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By Jason Michael
Listening to her speak in the Commons or on the television, we get the impression Theresa May is playing with a full deck, but when – on those rare occasions – she is forced to talk off the cuff, we find nothing but a fool.
It was only a few weeks ago I was in a psychiatric ward. A friend and I were visiting a young man who had ended up living on the streets and who was clearly in need of some sort of mental health treatment. In hospital he was much calmer and clearly recovering well, but – as is sadly to be expected – some of his behaviourisms were quirky. Over coffee, after the visit, my friend says to me, “Why can’t he understand he doesn’t need to mop the floor to pay for his hospital stay?”
You always want to be kind in these delicate situations, but how else could I put it to her? That was a psych ward and this young man had been sectioned under the Mental Health Act. He wasn’t well. Not being in the least qualified, my explanation was closer to my own attempt to grasp what was going on. “It seems to me that his mind is tired,” I said, “and like us being woken from a dream, we are confused and don’t make a lot of sense. It will take him some time.” She laughed at the naivety of her question, we finished our coffees, and life moved on.
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Robert J Somynne (@RobertJSomynne) June 01, 2017
Listening to Theresa May’s interview with a local reporter in Plymouth I couldn’t help but be reminded of our experience in the psychiatric ward. Theresa May, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, wasn’t making an ounce of sense. She was being asked cogent, simple questions, but her answers were nebulous and strange. They were worrying. As she mimicked the practised gesticulations of power, she was stringing together words and phrases which, in and of themselves, were perfectly understandable, but when stitched together made not a jot of sense. It was more like the ramblings of madness.
What we have, rather than a Prime Minister who needs to be taken into the care of a secure institution, is a women who is quite clearly out of her depth. She’s not a politician. She is a careerist, perhaps more suited to the basement of some government department, who has found herself – by default – as the head of the British government. She hasn’t the vaguest notion what she is up to, what is going on around her, or what it is she is meant to be saying. This is precisely why she won’t appear on a live televised debate. The vicar’s daughter has learned her Bible well: “It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt.”
The real madness in all of this is that this is real life. We have a woman who is leading us into a Brexit she does not understand, who has drank the Kool-Aid of jingoism so deep she thinks the slogans – if said often and loud enough – compensate for reasoned arguments, and who is so outrageously ambitious and arrogant she can’t see the mess she’s in. Everything is a little more “strong and stable” in the Commons or during a pre-scripted interview when she has the luxury of speechwriters and an autocue, but here when she is caught on the hoof we see nothing but a bluffer. This is dangerous because she’s taking us with her. She doesn’t have the defence of madness. She’s just an idiot.
Theresa May out of her depth as Home Secretary