Another day, another fuck to add to the cluster.

Kemi Badenoch – remember her? The hapless grunt in the crowd who fortuitously caught the baseball of opportunity and accordingly concluded she was a major league player. Yes, she actually believes she might end up as the PM.

Mind you, considering the shitpipes who did snag the top job, she might as well have had a punt.

Is there a think tank that dreams up caricatures of the seemingly least fascist looking Tory drones, who can then be handed the most fascist to-do list?

This munter looks like she was sketched by a quadraplegic with a blunt crayon.

Anyway, the shizzle-thick bint has just hoofed out the head honcho at the Post Office because he’d had long enough in the job – twelve months – and had achieved squat.

Setting Horizon aside, any Pissed Orifice employee on the end of a fierce shoeing should be a welcome spectacle.

Yet, quite what we should therefore make of Rishi’s tenure, who knows? His twelve months in post has hardly been a banger.

What’s good for the goose is clearly not good for the gander.

Apparently, the PM has a fasting regime, which presumably extends to morality, consistency, and success, as well as food.

It has furthermore emerged that the UK has accepted asylum applications from Rwandan citizens in spite of Dinky Dog’s assertions that it is a safe country.

You couldn’t make it up, but to be fair, that phrase should now be destined for linguistic oblivion. The notion of normality in the Turd Reich is no longer an anchor for critical thinking.

Finally, to round the week off perfectly, Boris Johnson offered his resounding support to the notion of conscription. Bold words from a bloke who once hid in a fridge to escape the scrutiny of a third-rate, shit-kicking hack.

Where will it all end?

That’s anybody’s goose.