@Fountofwisdom,
Set should know that H.M. the Queen appoints the Prime Minister, kissing her hands, as someone who is able to command a majority in the House of Commons.
She sends for the person who her contacts tell her is the most likely to do that and he goes to try. He usually succeeds of course. But not always. Or not for long. He stands on the front bench surrounded by those he has chosen to help him in the thankless task of bringing 60 million moronic assholes, man woman and child, into some sort of shape as organised and civilised society, and calls for a vote of confidence. Or a motion to the opposite effect is put by the dickheads opposite. If he wins this vote he goes back to the Palace and kisses The Queen's hands. Gloved of course. He is then appointed Prime Minister. He usually goes back to the House and has a good preen in the course of which he will find room to inform the House as to the real nature of the Hon. Members opposite which is contrived in such a way as to cast odium and shame upon them and their ilk. His chosen few will be sat around louchly crowing and shouting "Hear, hear" to each of his sallies of wit.
Each of these chosen ones will have climbed up a very greasy pole and emerged into a position where they can easily imagine themselves in his place and think it unjust that they are not. And he can enoble anyone he chooses at short notice, as happened recently, and bring them in from outside.
And thus arose a spectacle of a homosexual, atheist known throughout the land as The Prince of Darkness swearing by Almighty God, I think he was touching a Bible, that he would faithfully uphold all the following on bullshit as if he would be there if he was swearing that he wouldn't. Political ambition can bring a man low. He attempted an ironic expression but it had to be subtle and it was.
What Set needs to do to get somewhere near that is to tell us about the smoke-filled rooms where the business is thrashed out. All this formal stuff is just a tale on which to hang one's political inexperience and make it look half wise to the dimwits. It's bloodless. Inhuman.
Maybe Set's a ******* traffic warden.
The Queen could, if push comes to shove, call out tens of millions of men to defend Buck Pal and long may she rain over us. We did not dig Cromwell's body up and subject it to the usual treatment for simply an afternoon's entertainment.
Incompetence is generally a function of education. And if education is incompetent it will naturally generate incompetence.