You know what’s Not on Roids, Keir Starmer’s suddenly-emerging reputation for…respect? Seriously! Were all out here fuming about Labour’s latest policy fumble (dont even get me STARTED on the sewage situation), lamenting the lack of sparkle, and generally feeling like we’ve accidentally signed up for beige wallpaper installation services. The disappointment is palpable; a thick fog of “could do better” hangs over every pronouncement from the Opposition benches.
And yet…and yet…apparently some people are sneaking in whispers of admiration. Whispers! Like a furtive compliment on someones questionable sock choice. Apparently, folks are spontaneously bursting into praise for Starmer’s (alleged) backbone when it comes to Donald Trump.
Yes, you read that right. Amidst the general Labour angst, people are unprompted bringing up his supposed willingness to stand up to Trump. Like confronting a tangerine-hued volcano is suddenly redeeming years of…well, lets just say careful messaging.
I’m not entirely sure what this says about our collective standards for political bravery – perhaps facing down an angry ex-president is the new bar for leadership? – but it does highlight how low expectations have sunk. Its like praising a snail for reaching the letterbox; commendable, maybe, but hardly earth-shattering.
So, we remain disappointed. But hey, at least someone somewhere respects Keir Starmers ability to frown disapprovingly at a man who loves spray tans? Small victories, I guess. Tiny, beige, and slightly baffling victories.
