The General Election campaign by the three Conservative hobnobs can be described in no uncertain terms as a comedy. Boris Johnson, perhaps, seems to be no match for these three comedians, who are center stage playing a tragicomedy not to fool Labour or Keir Starmer, but the voting public at large.
The three actors, Jim “Dimly” Cleverley, our pretentious “dimwit” Caribbean Home Secretary, in tandem with “punish me” put me down “I am no Rishi, or maharishi” nor Prime Minister, and lastly, endearingly, “I am your real Prime Minister,” Lord Cameroon of Eton fame, are all playing different roles. They have one thing in mind: to make their Party the laughing stock of the nation.
The Tories know they have no track record to defend. Labour has no will to rock the boat, and the Lib Dems have given up their unbelievable stunts by their leader, Ed Davey of Tamil votes fame.
People are tired of the election and are looking for humor to cheer them up. The country wants change—rather, needs change—but there is nothing to chew on. Nigel Farage and Reform are the only options they can bite on. But how long will it last? Can this comedy last for a further nine days?
The heat is unbearable, 82 degrees F or more in the shade. Unlike in Mecca, there are no water dousing sprays available at hand.
One thing is for sure: Election Day on the 4th of July will be a cloudburst, with thunder and lightning accompaniment. It won’t be unprecedented, if we go by previous weather forecasts.
Could it be a damp squib, with voter apathy, and many hijab-wearing voters with umbrellas turning up to vote, braving all weather? No one can tell for sure what an election it could be, if it ends up with the Tories losing the comedy after all.
