The definition of a British Prime Minister is one who can command the House of Commons. Her Majesty entrusts the man who can do this with the business of forming his government. At present, everyone is agreed that Sir Keir Starmer is a fat, useless, drunken, kleptomaniac who has no business running a proper country. He is the most universally detested British premier in my lifetime (I am sure, in person, he is a kind and thoughtful man). Yet, all the British Right can do is gnash its teeth for he commands a vast majority, despite getting the same percentage of the vote as Jeremy Corbyn. Unless, that is, like Jim Callaghan, it becomes apparent Starmer simply cannot command the House of Commons.
At the same time, it is now universally acknowledged “Kemi” Badenoch isn’t going to see another Christmas. I said back in October 2024 that she would be a catastrophe; the right-wing media, of course, continued a deeply dishonest public relations campaign, in lieu of election coverage, culminating in a rigged debate on GB News. “Kemi’s” election itself was rife with electoral malpractice designed to give the impression of greater unanimity of support among the membership. In fact, the Conservatives are a divided party who are now performing worse under Kemi than when they had no leader at all. Now, the cotton-wool is falling from the myopic eyes and the cataracts are being removed. If even a moral and social leper such as myself has heard the boozy gossip, that even Kemi’s lifelong supporters are fleeing via Damascus en masse; leaving only the portly arrivistes, the Norwegians defending the Führerbunker, behind; then the situation behind closed doors must be much, much worse.