Sunak was cornered briefly on Monday by a BBC journalist who somehow slipped the sphincter of steel that usually protects the prime minister from questions and allows him to pretend that he is a great politician, his confidence untested by collision with anyone able to dissipate the sickening cheddar-thick smog of inane soundbite farts that perpetually surrounds him. Inevitably, Sunak tried to sunak his way out of an inquiry into whether he had personally flown to Scotland in his private jet by answering a question that hadn’t been asked, with some typical sunakery about people going on holiday. “If you or others think that the answer to climate change is getting people to ban everything that they’re doing,” Sunak sunaked, “to stop people flying, to stop people going on holiday, I mean, I think that’s absolutely the wrong approach.”
This is the best summary I could come up with:
Our cowardly prime minister, cornered by the possibility of a catastrophic election defeat, has just done the same thing, but instead of merely manhandling an infant peon on the steps of a saloon, he is holding a gun to the head of the whole world and threatening the future of all life on Earth.
For Sunak has, in the face of all credible scientific evidence, and in naked contempt for the international court of civilised opinion, decided to grant hundreds of new licences for drilling for North Sea oil.
Does Sunak know that deciding to oppose green initiatives, champion fossil fuels and rubbish those who attempt to address the climate crisis may be another weaponisable front in the culture war that is his increasingly enfeebled party’s only strategy for staying in power?
Sunak was cornered briefly on Monday by a BBC journalist who somehow slipped the sphincter of steel that usually protects the prime minister from questions and allows him to pretend that he is a great politician, his confidence untested by collision with anyone able to dissipate the sickening cheddar-thick smog of inane soundbite farts that perpetually surrounds him.
And typically, no one does it more bluntly and obviously than the multiple-persona-sporting former internet grifter, ride-on lawnmower enthusiast, and secretary of state for energy security and net zero policy, Grant “Michael Green/Sebastian Fox/Corinne Stockheath” Shapps.
In July, Shapps, or one of his personae, wrote a stupid letter to Starmer on some special political notepaper, after heroic demonstrators spaffed paint on his office, saying: “I am writing to you to ask you to pay to repair the damage.
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