Today, the UK gets a new prime minister: Theresa May. I’ve said earlier that I’m pretty ambivalent about this – I want to see more women in positions of power around the world, but does it really have to be *this* woman? When I was born, Britain had a female prime minister – and she was a pretty hideous woman, whose death lead to the song “Ding Dong the Witch is dead” resurfacing in the UK charts.

In all honesty, this is probably the best outcome; although that indicates just how appalling the other choices were rather than being a ringing endorsement of May. Still, some stability is probably a good thing…. *tries to cling desperately to the positives*

But there’s more. She’s started naming her cabinet – which is a good idea, get stuck in and all that. But seriously now….

BORIS?!?!!?

BORIS?!?!!?

Boris *fucking* Johnson as foreign secretary? The man who ziplines over London waving Union Jacks, said that Obama was a “part-Kenyan President”, said that “Chinese cultural influence is virtually nil”. That guy. The guy who embodies English upper-class wankerism is going to be our representative to the rest of the world.

SERIOUSLY??!?!

I have no words.

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