Boris Johnson was made Editor of The Spectator for a laugh. He was made a Member of Parliament for a laugh. He was made Mayor of London for a laugh. He was made an MP again for a laugh. He has been made Foreign Secretary for a laugh. And now, the game is on to make him Prime Minister for a laugh.
Well, Britain is renowned the world over for its sense of humour. But that is because this is fundamentally a serious country. There are joke countries, but there is nothing remotely funny about having to live in them. This is not a joke country, and it does not want a joke Prime Minister.
Never mind, though. The DUP would never allow a Prime Minister whose mistress had had an abortion, just as it would never allow a Prime Minister who was a Catholic.
Jacob Rees-Mogg has begun to make me see the point of the Ordinariate, or at least a potential point to the Ordinariate. Under its aegis, the people who want to pretend to be their own fantasy version of the 1950s Church of England can do so to their hearts' content, leaving the rest of us alone. If the Ordinariate really were continuing its own former liturgical life, then it would be using the old, defective translation of the Modern Roman Rite. That might give it a following that it had not expected. As it is, though, it is a spiritual home for Rees-Moggery.
Meanwhile, if Theresa May does not last until the next General Election, then the next Prime Minister will be David Davis, simply because he will be the only candidate acceptable to the DUP.
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