Sweetheart of Parliament kills the Prime Minister with kindness – Guido Fawkes

It seems to be accepted – despite evidence to the contrary – that the mini-budget has screwed up the economy, the pound is used as cheap toilet paper and pensioners are now eating each other to keep warm.

So, in order to deal with the disaster crisis, an urgent question was raised in Parliament after this morning’s emergency broadcast and just before an emergency declaration.

Labor demanded that the Prime Minister come to the House of Commons to apologize for the consequences of her recklessness. Apologizing is considered the ultimate humiliation. Of course it isn’t.

With a deft political maneuver, Liz Truss outsmarted them all. Instead, she sent Penny Mordaunt.

This may have been too smart. Penny is the sweetheart of Parliament. The banks look at her and compare her very favorably with the Prime Minister. The self-deprecating charm and so on, the material of the shipping box that flows from her like a bubbling stream.

Keir Starmer found himself difficult enough and got to work. He attacked her “Everyone can be prime minister for 15 minutes.”

‘I am quietly confident that the honorable member will not have’ to be15 minutes,’ she completed back. Her side roared (you should have been there).

The Tories have just shredded their budget and abandoned virtually all policies. The position is indefensible at the shipping box. Only, by luck, and as Penny noted, Keir Starmer had given up any position he promoted under Corbyn’s protection. She listed them and specified the hits of her own party.

More Tory roaring (it’s Parliament for) “That’s not bad at all.”)

Ed Davey, among others, demanded an apology. ‘To apologize!” he cried, the Liberal Inquisitor.

She was glad to do so and deeply regretted the increased fear that had been caused. Two or three other slow coaches demanded and got an apology. They didn’t see their trope exploded in their faces.

Angela Eagle was trying to make sense – a low, slow delivery that made us check our watches. Jess Phillips gave us her impression of angry woman in pub (it’s just right), Caroline Lucas accused the prime minister of transgression “at least three” of the Nolan Principles (she forgot the word “Ridiculous”) and more and more interrogators demanded to know exactly where the prime minister was actually located.

It should be noted that Penny had very skillfully, almost invisibly, teased them into doing this by muttering various answers that there was a very good reason why her leader wasn’t there, wanted to be there, couldn’t be there – and that she wanted say why, but had not been given permission.

It was all very exciting.

She said something that even made the Gallery laugh. On an accusation from Labor that the Prime Minister was hiding under her desk, she said: “The prime minister doesn’t hide under her desk.’

Yes, she’s really good at this.

But then – in a stunning turn of events, Liz Truss came in. There she was, her glowing. She seemed pleased. Almost serene. She held her entwined fingers in her lap and her eyes drifted to the middle distance as her new chancellor spoke of the essential need for stability, wise spending, reassurance, compassion.

She didn’t move her face or her fingers. She didn’t have to apologize. She endured the ultimate humiliation. For our poor Prime Minister it was the worst humiliation there is.

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