And now we’re expected to swallow the fairy tale—again—that this time the political package on offer is the one Britain was promised from the beginning. When voters backed Boris, they didn’t just want Brexit delivered; they expected the madness to end, or at the very least to be violently trimmed back to something resembling sanity. Instead, they got no trimming, no restraint, no correction—just more of the very chaos and ideological vandalism they wanted to escape. That’s why the Tories were punished so thoroughly at the ballot box. You can lie to people for a long time, but when their daily lives start to hurt, when existence feels bleaker week after week, people eventually take it personally. They should.
With Labour, voters knew they were signing up for lunacy; at least there’s a certain grim honesty in that. You can’t claim betrayal when the insanity was clearly printed on the label. So what do you do when every supposed adult in the room turns out to be a disappointment? The Conservatives will need far more than a conveniently timed change of heart to earn back trust. This isn’t about apologies, slogans, or a new mask on the same decomposing face. Because now there is an alternative on the table, and the only open question is how much “reform” the Reform Party actually intends to deliver, rather than merely perform.
It’s a mess—an exhausting, grinding mess. And no, we can’t blame people for being cynical, bitter, or completely jaded. They’ve been promised salvation so many times that even hope feels like another con. Britain didn’t just lose faith in politicians; it lost patience with reality being endlessly sabotaged by them.