Surely not in all cases? Politicians of the modern as opposed to the Profumo era, find their argument, spurious as it is, that their personal lives are of zero importance compared to their status as in Office. Something I find self serving, delusional twaddle.
Unless that little man squatting on the Speaker's Chair and in its once respected Office gets off on being serially cuckolded by a wife, seemingly desperate for any male attention as long as its rough, he should find high office a burden. It certainly is for us whilst he clings, deep state riveted, to his position. Of course a Remain Parliament isn't going to be anything less than cloyingly clingy to the cuckold so long as he stands for an agenda to wreck our say over leaving the EUSSR.
I suppose, in all fairness, he's just a low profile hypocrite on a high stool feeding as a child and glutton on his belief in his own powerful existence. If ever we can give an even greater drubbing than that of 2016 and now May 2019, to these cretinous excuses for representative, elected fools, his comeuppance will rank the highest.
As for the sneering dismissive nature of Thursday's vote by the Bercow, like minded, cretinous Parliament, resounding boringly through the foghorns of the MSM, all we have to do is be patient. Our time is not to come, it's here. A General Election will bring out the 17.5 million from 2016 and then many more who are sick of our humility before the EUSSR. In 2016 most who voted for remain had little idea of the lack of democracy on offer. They should do now.