'Liz Truss's new la-la-land book is the final nail in her credibility coffin'

Famously outlasted by a bog standard lettuce, international laughing stock Liz Truss is no Little Gem.

The mercifully briefest Prime Minister in British history learned nothing from a disastrous 49 days by now branding as stupid the millions of people paying the price for her bombing the economy and portraying herself as the wrongly smeared, misunderstood victim of a huge plot by a mysterious deep state.

It’s usually victors who get to write history but her new all-nonsense book Ten Years to Save the West and accompanying promotional blitz are a deranged loser still peddling verifiably failed Right-wing politics and economics. Unable to see the truth through ideological blinkers, it is 320 pages of cringing self-pity and justification from a Conservative who will be no more than a humiliating footnote in history. Loopy Liz’s is a la-la-land on another head-spinning planet where she is right and virtually everybody else is too dull, dim and dumb to appreciate a rare genius.

Home buyers paying shed loads higher mortgages know and feel the truth after interest rates rocketed thanks to that £45-billion kamikaze mini-Budget in 2022, the immediate sugar rush of unfunded tax cuts mainly for the rich providing her “happiest moment” of a seven-week Premiership before grim reality sent her packing. But no, Truss insists, it wasn’t her fault and fools believing it was – that’s you, me and much of the nation – are wrong or poisonous.

Liz Truss has released a book

“The people who claim I crashed the economy are not telling the truth,” bleated Truss in an interview. “They’re either very stupid or very malevolent. Because it’s clearly not true so they should be ashamed of themselves.”

An apology would have been nice, a mea culpa in order while doubling-down and savaging those picking up her bills only adds insult to injury. Had Truss an ounce of shame in her body, she’d say sorry for the misery she inflicted then retire quietly go grow lettuces.

This thankfully former Prime Minister is the ultimate political dud, an unloved child of infamy, infamy, they’ve all got it in for me Frankie Howard and I’ll scream and scream and scream Violet Elizabeth Bott. Humour long ago bypassed a Tory blaming a “London elite” for defeat to the aforementioned perishable plant. Appending horticultural mockers to a lengthy shopping list of detractors supposedly responsible for her downfall is the tip of the Iceberg.

Included are the Treasury, Office for Budget Responsibility, Bank of England, Bank of England Governor Andrew Bailey, Andrew Bailey’s eyebrows, speculators, economic establishment and other Conservatives such as arch plotter Michael Gove plus the deep state.

Surviving only 49 days meant Truss didn’t have time to get her feet under the table, so the new book tells us, out on her ear before ordered new furniture arrived for a Downing Street flat infested with bloodsucking fleas – predecessor Boris Johnson’s dog, Dilyn, pinpointed as the chief suspect.

“The entire place had to be sprayed with flea killer,” we learn. “I spent several weeks itching.” The “saving grace” in Downing Street, added Truss, was Larry the cat. “He’s a lovely character and seems to take a liking and disliking to all the right people.” Pity we’re unable to obtain Larry’s view of her, less favourable it may be. Then there were the awful indignities of having to organise her own hair and make-up, dispatching an official in the middle of the night to buy cough medicine and Ocado, an upper class purveyor of groceries, refusing to believe the SW1 delivery address.

Liz Truss meeting the late Queen after becoming PM

Talk about First World problems. Palestinians in obliterated, famine-scarred Gaza surviving in tents and desperately awaiting humanitarian supplies may care to organise a whip round if copies of the Truss self-pitying book are loaded onto trucks and allowed through Israeli blockades.

Keir Starmer’s dirty tricks team would try to invent Liz Truss if she didn’t exist, reminding folk of expensive incompetence. As Theresa May’s No 10 chief of staff Gavin Barwell, a Tory peer and former MP noted, the last thing any Conservative candidate in May 2’s local elections or this year’s General Election should want is days of headlines in which Truss blames everyone else for her own mistakes. “She is,” wrote Barwell, “the gift that keeps on giving to Labour.” Quite. Starmer must think Christmas has come early.

Somebody who cared about Truss should have told her to stop typing and walk away from the laptop instead of leaving her to produce a book crazier than Nadine Dorries’ attempt to present her hero Johnson as a giant toppled by pygmies. Truss is the unrepentant author of her own political obituary and the Me-Me-Meism is frightening, creating a fantasy in which she is right and nearly everybody hoodwinked.

“I don’t care about what ignoramuses in the BBC say. If I cared about that, I wouldn’t be a Conservative, I’d be a shape-shifting Conservative-In-Name-Only who was concerned about what people at London dinner parties thought,” she argued defensively. “I’m not saying I didn’t do anything wrong, or got everything right. And I’m not saying I’m not human. I am human, but just some of the ludicrous claims that I’m responsible for economic stagnation. It’s not true, I tried to fix it.” Really?

Russia and China are two threats that in her eyes must be confronted and who does she endorse as the next US President? Donald Trump, a Right-whinger even madder and powerful than Truss. Putin’s useful idiot who is Nato’s enemy within, one tinpot tyrant signalling to the invader of Ukraine the US would abandon European countries the Tsar might wish to occupy. Truss performs an unintentional public service in her Liz-in-Wonderland fantasia for which she is due ironic cheers.

Critiquing the Treasury, Bank and a governor she bizarrely dubs “Rock-a-bye Bailey”, and now wants sacked, as well as the unaccountable power of casino capitalists, is valid. Left-wing economists recognising a future Labour Government will need to overcome fearsome financial buffeting offer more coherent analysis than the likes of Truss who traditionally worship greed. The service inadvertently delivered by Truss is testing to the point of destruction the politics and economics of the Tory Right, 21st Century Thatcherism, PopCons, extreme free market think tanks, Nigel Farage, Reform UK, and Trump himself. We have 10 years to save ourselves from them.

Remainer Truss turned diehard Brextremist ludicrously claiming she would have handled Britain’s departure from Europe better than Theresa May or Johnson is the final nail in her credibility coffin. “So, I get a lot of people coming up to me and saying, ‘You were stitched up, I thought what you were trying to do was right’,” she says. “The media does not reflect what a lot of people actually think, they just repeat stuff which people basically know is lies. And that’s what I feel about it.”

I can only think she mixes in a tiny incestuous sect of zealots divorced from wider society. Might explain the book, mind.

Truss cried just the once during 49 days that shook Britain. Tears flowed during the Budget monumental meltdown, the then PM sacking very close friend and Chancellor Kwasi Kwarteng in a bid to save herself.

Truss was sitting on a sofa with her two daughters watching TV coverage of the Queen’s death, a monarch who advised her to pace herself.

The youthful republican was one of the last people to see the Queen alive, asking herself “Why me? Why now?” after she passed away on her second full day as PM.

We may ask the same question about Truss. Why her? Why now?

The truth is she was the choice of Conservative MPs and activists. So too were her headbanger politics.

King Charles bordered on unconstitutional impropriety, although he was also speaking for the nation, when recorded muttering “Back again? Dear, oh dear” as he greeted Truss for an audience in Buckingham Palace.

She doesn’t rule out returning to No 10. That’s unlikely to happen in my view. But she might be back in the Cabinet should Rishi Sunak somehow win. Or likeminded Tories – Kemi Badenoch, Suella Braverman, Robert Jenrick – would keep her flame burning if leader then PM.

Then it would be us yelling back again? Dear, oh dear.

The politics championed by Truss are impoverishing, divisive and dangerous.