It would be fair and accurate to say that my impression and perception of Mrs May, has been seriously variable if I am quite honest. I was significantly unimpressed when she was the Home Secretary, where the austerity measures included a dramatic down sizing of the Police force in the UK. Similar calamities occurred with Windrush, an utter mess with a reform of the probation service, overseen by Joker in Chief UK, the one and only Chris Grayling. Who she has loyally retained in her Government irrespective of his long list of clown like blunders, indeed I am always slightly surprised when ever I see him on the telly, I partly expect him to arrive driving one of those exploding clown cars that blows up un arrival, but maybe I am being a bit hard on the clown profession.
However, when just call me Dave legged it post the Brexit leave vote, to move to sunnier climes in the south of France, leaving the UK to sort out the disaster of trying to sort out a leaving deal with the EU. While he set out to write his memoirs, and engage on the after dinner speaker gig circuit at 50k a pop, it was safe and stable Theresa who steeped into the PM’s boots, surprising really given that she was a staunch remainer, If honest my jury was out as she settled into the new role. She came across as uncomfortable in public speaking roles, and rather lofty and distant from the population.
As the reality of trying to secure a deal began to become increasingly more complex and difficult as trade agreements, hard borders, and far too may divisions within both the Conservative party, as well as within all parties in the House of Commons, emerged it was increasingly clear that Brexit was going to be a massive challenge, not only with the EU, but equally within the House of Commons itself. As we stumbled towards the leave date post a very premature triggering of Article 50, Strong and stable Mrs May, made a surprise and cataclysmic boo boo, when she instigated a snap General Election. Based on the perception that the public mood was strong and stable towards the Tories, she utterly mis-understood the public mood, and Jeremy Corbyn and the Labour Party had a field day.
This utter mistake resulted in her losing a healthy majority to Labour, meaning that she was forced to get into bed with the DUP, whose demands were decreed by huge additional funding and the thorny issue of the Irish border. Truly a disaster for many reasons, also even worse it was becoming increasingly clear that the growing militant hard Brexiters lead by court Jester Boris, and his back stabbing mate Michael Gove, closely followed by Mr Rees Mogg , (or for those old enough to remember the classic comic book character Lord Snooty). The same man who having played hard ball for exit at any cost was found to have done nicely in a little offshore scheme he was involved with worth some 7 million quid.
The mood of the EU, as well as the rebellions in the UK Commons were making life very tough for Theresa. It was around this time that she started to engineer her deal to put before the House. She was under siege from all sides, her deal appealed to no one and was kicked out with one of the biggest defeats recorded in the House of Commons. The vile and down right nastiness of a section of the Conservatives was frankly appalling. Similarly she was harangued and ridiculed by all sides, Labour, the Lib Dem’s, the SNP, they all derided her deal. It was about this time I began to feel genuinely sorry for her. She in fairness kept her strength and resolve irrespective. However, she also demonstrated a hard core immovable stance that would not allow her to talk to others about options. Utterly inflexible she ploughed on regardless with the same deal rejected 3 times.
By this time the end date had been and gone, the EU allowed more time for negotiations and even though she tried to agree a deal with Labour, it was always a bridge too far, and it failed. By now the Tories had agreed she had to go and she announced her departure date which is today. Her very moving statement made outside number 10, where she shed real tears as she spoke of her genuine pride at being the PM, but also admitted to have failed to obtain Brexit, which i thought was rather tragic and moving, made her look human and vulnerable in my view. However, it was her declaration of love for this nation that too her over the edge and into boohoo land.
In addition I thought that she conducted herself very well when President Trump came to town, as well as her playing a-quite rightly leading role in the D Day 75 year celebrations, her last formal role as the PM. She will now carry on technically as PM until a new Tory Leader is found by July, and God help us looking at the candidates who have come to the fore, it fills me with dread quite honestly.
So, what will Theresa’s legacy be like? Sadly I feel that she will be remembered as a failure, the PM who could not deliver a deal with the EU, which as a side effect took the UK political eye off the ball for other issues, things like the utter destruction of the UK car industry, with huge life changing closures of factories across the UK with Port Talbot about to be devastated with the closure of Ford. Under policing came back to haunt us with an epidemic of stabbing amongst the young and the list goes on. Although to be fair she was always going to be holding the poison chalice that call me Dave gave her. He engineered the calamity and left her to hold the can for the eyes of history to judge, but she did her best, but I doubt anybody could have have done much better, given all the impossible challenges that needed to be solved.