So, the election is over and Keir Starmer is Prime Minister. I will surely have a lot of observations on this election over the coming days. But today I want to focus on one thing that I hope everyone can rally around: Liz Truss, the worst Prime Minister ever, has lost her seat:
As the Telegraph put it:
it is her chaotic 49-day stint in Downing Street that will define her career – she is the shortest-serving Prime Minister in British history and is blamed for crashing the economy with her disastrous mini-Budget. (That, and her viral speech about cheese at the Conservative party conference in 2014. “We import two-thirds of our cheese. That. Is. A. Disgrace.”) She attempted to win back the right of the party with her memoir, Ten Years to Save the West, released earlier this year.
The only way this could have been better is if the new MP had been a novelty candidate dressed as a lettuce.
It was notable that, even in the most humbling circumstances, she refused humility. She chose cowardice by refusing to appear for the count; and then when that wouldn't wash she chose to defiantly blame everyone but herself for what had happened.
I am rejoicing.