Liz Truss new prime minister

 

Liz Truss new prime minister

Liz Truss became prime minister. She said that she did not mind being unpopular. Unpopular she was. There were a lot of people in the country and in the government who really wanted to see her get her just desserts. She was also quite attractive. There were many out there who would not have minded seeing her get covered in disgusting mess. Like many in the government, she was very rich and very disconnected from everyday life. She was someone who really deserved a messy comeuppance. She was also very full of herself since she became the new prime minister.

A ceremony was arranged to celebrate Liz’s promotion to prime minister. She was very happy about this, as it was meant to be a celebration of her. She was always happy to take part in anything that celebrated her greatness, at least in her own mind. The ceremony included a dinner and speeches. Most of them were self-congratulatory and celebrated what a “great job” that everyone was doing. There were special speakers who all discussed Liz and how happy they were that she was the prime minister.

When the final speaker came to the stage, they continued in the same vain, heaping empty praise on Liz for no particular reason. They then called Liz up to the podium. They then explained that when becoming prime minister, there was a “traditional initiation”. Liz smiled and rolled her eyes. She had no idea what they meant by this. They then looked down at the table and picked up a large plate of fettuccini alfredo. They looked out at the audience and made a funny face. They then turned to Liz and tipped the plate over her head and chest, sending the fettuccini in its sloppy thick white sauce falling down her face and chest. Her mouth fell open. She blushed as the thick strands of spaghetti dangled from her face and breasts.

He then took a black forest cake in each hand. He slammed one into her rear end and pushed the other straight into her face. The cakes smushed as the cherry sauce, chocolate cake and whipped cream icing smushed into her face and behind. He pushed them up and down, getting some of the cakes on the top of her head and down the backs of her legs. The cardboard from the cakes stuck to the top of her head and to her backside. She was aghast. She was very annoyed. She could not believe that the prime minister could ever be treated in such a way.

He then took several bowls of split pea soup and dumped them over her head, down her legs and over her chest. The sloppy green soup cascaded down her body, soaking her in sloppy mess. She could smell the peas, ham and carrots in the soup as it covered her hair and face. He then smushed overpriced salad sandwiches around all over her face and body. Bits of them were left sticking all over her body. He then tossed shrimp cocktails with sauce all over her as well as bowls of discarded salad. The whole thing had an ironic double meaning. There was an underlying reference to the wastefulness of the rich and powerful in the country while the average person struggled evermore to get by.

The guests then lined up in front of Liz. Each person then dumped their plates of leftover dinner over the prime minister’s head. Liz just stood there and stewed in anger and annoyance. Before it was over, Liz was completely covered in the wasted food of these rich individuals.