It's really hard to explain Brexit to non-British people. It's the socioeconomic equivalent of a midlife-crisis-fueled divorce where the leaving party insists it's their sovereign right to sleep in the pool house for as long as they please. What's less tricksy to come to grips with is a story that lies underneath the shambles. The story of Prime Minister Theresa May, someone whose desire for power was so blinding, she was willing to grab it no matter the consequences, even if it meant a plummet toward fiery destruction.
Hey, that reminds us of someone.
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May is having a very tough December. Her latest controversial Brexit deal is being torn to shreds by everyone (including her own party), her government is being held in contempt of Parliament, and now she's facing a vote of no confidence from a group of politicians so incompetent that they couldn't run a bath without having to ring a bell to summon a footman. That kind of hate has to absolutely wreck one's self-esteem, so it's probably not the best week to also find out that the world's greatest actor at playing ghouls and monsters has decided to dust off his most iconic role to take the absolute piss out of you flip-flopping like a juicy sweet fish.