Late last night I was feeling sorry for Truss, May - and even Thatcher. What was I thinking? It must have been the medication I take at bedtime.
This woman, who thinks British workers are "the worst idlers in the world", insists we need "more graft", that we "lack the skill and application" of foreign rivals... those 'rivals' she at first as a Remainer welcomed, and now as a Brexiter, presumably, wants to send packing - and replace them with those whose countries can ill-afford to lose them. This woman who, during discussions about help with energy costs for the most vulnerable, insisted there would be no more "handouts", a word deliberately chosen to denigrate the impoverished whose impoverishment has come about largely at the hands of the party she represents.
She stares stony-faced, rigidly refusing to acknowledge that her own 'lack of skill and application' has landed the country in an unholy economic mess, burbles on about "delivering" and insists she's going to lead the country into the next GE.
Let the hyenas maul her, she's one of the pack, too. If she had an ounce (or 28.3495 grams) of integrity she would resign. She's almost brought the country to its knees, sacked the man she chose to carry out her policies for doing what he was told to do - by her.
Meanwhile all the working "idlers" who lack "skill and application" will muddle along trying to cope with the frightening cost of their energy bills, their increased mortgage repayments, the ever-increasing cost of living and wait to hear how their services will be cut, the help they thought they were going to get evaporates. Probably interspersed with the odd Tory grandee giving advice to the poor on how to manage their poverty.
And forget the triple-lock. That goes without saying.
Sick to death of the lot of them. Enough really is enough.