Donald Trump has blasted Brexit, blasted Sadiq Khan, and praised Boris Johnson. He had offended almost the whole country within hours of landing in the UK. Just another bigly successful day in the life. Now he has met Public Enemy Number One.
Mean Mr Marmite had dinner recently with the woman who, incredibly, is still masquerading as the Prime Minister. Theresa May, against what we assume are her better instincts, insists upon hauling the country, kicking and screaming, towards the exit door.
Even the least destructive Brexit will leave virtually all of us worse off. This, surely, qualifies her as an Enemy of The People.
But which People? We don’t mean her cabinet or parliament, or the vermin deliberately shafting the global economy to make a quick buck. We mean the poor deluded folk who want Brexit but have no idea why.
We include those who equally blindly voted Remain, and those who did not vote because they did not understand the issues. These People look to their leaders, the great and the good, for guidance. These People have been let down big time, and our alleged leader bears the responsibility.
Imagine the UK represented by a bath full of water. May has pulled the plug. She sits at the base of the vortex she created as the country goes down the drain. She is sinking rapidly yet still has her head above water. The sands of time are running away with the bathwater.
Half the country is desperately trying to stay afloat. The other half is enjoying the exhilarating ride to oblivion. Nobody in power is even contemplating replacing the plug. Meanwhile the gutter press is quick to blame the plug for our problems.
Can anything else stem the flow? Not the white paper, which contains more holes than a Swiss cheese. Not Trump, who, like his British counterpart Boris Johnson, simply stirs up controversy and muddies the water.
It is clearly time to throw the big orange man-baby out with the bathwater.