A podium with Union Jack as background does nothing for gravitas, let alone faltering, note-read verbosity trumpeted as a mystery impromptu speech offered by an illustrious liar of a Prime Minister, Treasonous Theresa May.

On Friday morning the Prime Minister stood to no applause and much hidden risibility as she delivered what she undoubtedly felt was her Churchillian moment. It was in fact a flaccid fart of an annoyance never able to have delivered in all her tenure as PM. Her mouth movements, so reminiscent of one in the midst of suffering a stroke, plainly left the assembled dutiful mainstream media unable to report anything other than silent bravos, alongside a pay packet commensurate with best practice sycophancy.

British PM Theresa May demanded the EU bring to the negotiating table a set of new proposals to break the “impasse,” declaring she will not “overturn the result of the referendum nor will I break up my country.”

Rich coming from one who had already taken the government sledge hammer to every and each part of the country’s social pact and slammed it either into obvious poverty or into the hands of licentious corporate interests who know precisely how to bleed the last drop of life blood from a corpse.

She went on to warn (shaky boots time) that EU proposals concerning the single market would lead to uncontrolled immigration and “make a mockery” of the EU referendum result. May also claimed that the EU’s Irish “backstop” proposal is unworkable, which would threaten the “integrity of the UK.”

She did not mention the complete theft of integrity she has made alongside her Cabinet colleagues, ongoing since 2010.

As she spoke and with every vacuous, empty sentence pouring forth, the pound dropped.

Bloomberg reported heavy selling of the once valued pound. Its drop of 1.2% against the dollar was evidence of that. The dollar had at that time not  woken up to its own self bashing suffered by the sell off of trillions of Chinese get-back-at-you reserve account dollars.

What was almost audible from the back of the room was the tune an Israeli piano (old fashioned till) clunked out clocking up the funds entering the Friends of Israel lobby fund, now certain they had utterly overcome the last hurdles to ruining the United Kingdom and offering Jeremy Corbyn a poisoned chalice so potent, even their fake Anti Semite slurs could take a rest, as it seemed like ‘job done’.

The Twitter Sphere went mental as a General Election looked the only positive outcome from this negligible offering at 10 Downing Street. It looks as if November, preferably the fifth of that month will see not only the Houses of Parliament go up in smoke but also the flames from the kamikaze fall of one of, if not the worst Prime Minister the country has had the rank stupidity to vote in, lighting the London skies. The fireworks could well herald an end to years of destruction and failure.

Tusk and the other bureaucrats in Bruxelles would happily rename Rue Wiertz to Rue Guy Fawkes – well there is hoping!