Sometimes what you see is what you get. Usually in Westminster things happen for a reason. The logic may not be obvious but if you use your imagination you can come up with some logic for someone doing something that appears to be batshit crazy. But just occasionally, you reach a singularity on the space-time continuum where the laws of physics break down and nothing makes sense. A state of Platonic batshitness. Unadulterated madness. Where things seem crazy merely because they are.
Put simply: for no good reason, Keir Starmer and his team in Downing Street have chosen this week to mount a leadership challenge to himself. As if everyone inside No 10 has simultaneously had a collective breakdown. It’s an act of self-harm on an almost unimaginable scale. One that would leave lemmings gawping in amazement. Wondering why their destructive tendencies were so unambitious.
