The primary conversation among British people over these last few weeks has been this—Liz Truss: bad prime minister or worst prime minister ever? Obviously it’s an unanswerable question; her legacy is something that can only be truly judged with the benefit of historical perspective. However, we can at least say with total certainty that Truss is the only British prime minister who finds herself locked in a battle of survival with a room-temperature lettuce.
Make no mistake, this has been a bad week. Last week ended with Truss’s premiership in free fall. Her long-stated political ambition to bring back trickle-down economics blew up in her face, simultaneously damaging mortgages, pensions, and the pound itself in one fell swoop. Economists criticized her. Her own party started to openly question her suitability for the job. Voters abandoned the Conservatives in such huge numbers that, come the next election, the party may be represented in parliament by a humming lump of anti-matter. All in all, Truss couldn’t have endured more self-inflicted wounds if she’d covered herself in mousetraps and appeared on an episode of Jackass.
