So Theresa May gets her guidance and the thumbs-up that her policies are the right ones from talking to God – yes that fictional bloke who lives up in the sky.
Am I the only person who finds this a little bit scary?
Our Prime Minister has gone all George Bush on us with the, ‘God is my guide and tells me what to do routine’.
So, when she’s chatting away to him upstairs, he’s agreeing it’s good to be selling arms to Saudi Arabia so they can drop those bombs on the innocent women and children in Yemen, not forgetting removing the benefits from the sick and disabled in this country.
I think she must have a crossed line and is talking to that other fictional bloke down below, after all those policies are right up his street.