Love him or hate him, there’s no denying that Boris Johnson treats this country like a big-breasted mistress, cocky, demanding and always in need of pacification, pacification and pacification.
Promise her anything!
Cheaper energy bills after Brexit? Tax breaks and sunny highlands for all? Control our borders? Nothing you love.
More wine and a little bit of this delicious Brie? But even as he clings to power with his chewy fingernails, it’s worth pondering: Is Boris Johnson’s replacement really better at navigating our way out of a century-old plague? 21 named this Covid-19?
Maybe it’s too late to wonder. It is entirely possible that the corrosive narrative Boris created – the realization that during his incarceration there was one law for the wine and cheese elite and one for the people – determined the number of people. his part.
But what would our country be like if Boris Johnson had never been born?
Without Boris, I think we would still be in some sort of post-referendum twilight zone in the European Union, a zombie-like country where the UK neither joined nor exited. European Union. A global joke.
And without Boris it is entirely possible that the most radical Labor leader in our nation’s history right now would appear on the doorstep of 10 Downing Street while representatives of Hamas and Hezbollah bent over eating chocolate in the back garden.
And without Boris spending big, talking a lot, dreaming big, would our scientists really have the unprecedented financial support to create our world-beating vaccination program? ? I honestly don’t think so.
These are all great achievements. And yet, there is still the possibility that Boris will be gone in a few months, days or even hours. And some of his former supporters would be happy to shoot him.
Because our national debate should revolve around living with Covid, six million people on the NHS waiting list, unlocking our schools and the coming cost-of-living crisis.
We’re talking rights instead, the tone-deaf Tory says “make the most of the lovely weather” during lockdown while the rest of the country can’t attend the funeral of a loved one.
We should talk about how we’re rocking this country again after the worst health emergency in 100 years. And instead, we’re talking about Brie and Sauvignon Blanc breaking the lock in the comfortable corridors of power.
It’s completely sad. This country deserves more than Boris Johnson’s 57 types of cocks. Experts talk about the fate of the Prime Minister hanging over the local elections in May, or the further malicious revelations made by dumped guru Dominic Cummings, or the content of the report. by Whitehall Ethics Director Sue Gray on the lockdown-breaking Bacchanalia, scheduled for early next week.
Like a drowning man desperately reaching for the puffy wings of water, Boris repeatedly asks us to reserve judgment until the virtuous Sue Gray concludes her report. This from a Prime Minister who has been adept at denying all previous official reports, from Lord Geidt’s inquiry into the opulent Downing Street refurbishment to Sir Alex Allan’s inquiry into the Bullying allegations by Priti Patel.
So is it over for Boris? The intense interest that Labor and the BBC are putting in Boris is driven into hysteria. Because BBC comrades and staff both doubt that Boris Johnson will ever be sacked at a general election. Labor and their allies at the perfectly impartial BBC want the Prime Minister to resign because that is the only way these mouth-watering Brexit haters can defeat him. But Boris has always had haters.
So is it over for Boris? The intense interest that Labor and the BBC are putting in Boris is driven into hysteria.
Former Boris – and mine – editor Sir Max Hastings, of The Daily Telegraph, once wrote, “He (Boris) is completely unfit to be Prime Minister. He cares about nothing but his own reputation and satisfaction.” That damned verdict seems more and more prophetic. And yet, and yet. . .
I lived on the same street as Boris in Holloway, North London, for many years back in the 90s when he was still a working journalist. And everyone loves him. Even then. All kinds of people – Sri Lankans in the newsstand, Koreans in the local restaurant. They will all tell you excitedly that they have seen Boris. Because he connected with people.
He’s caring, curious, kind – and waddling across the dreary Highbury fields, the albino Billy Bunter with the tails of his flying shirt looks like no other. But even then, clouds gathered above Boris. One of my most vivid memories of our old neighborhood is of his then-wife Marina walking out of their home with a tray of party cakes and a few small children with her and to past a swarm of paparazzi. An early sex scandal was breaking news, and it revealed Boris’ whole world.
He connects with people in a way no one else can. But he was in trouble. And now the Tory party and the country are asking the question that has haunted his wives, mistresses and editors: Is Boris worth all the trouble?
The Tory team has the power of depth. Liz Truss, Rishi Sunak and Jeremy Hunt will all be trusted Prime Ministers who will ensure Labor does not take power for another generation. But Liz, Rishi and Jeremy will never campaign like Boris. They will never connect with the working class like Boris. They will never make people feel good about themselves and their future, as Boris did.
And yet, and yet. . . Lockdown has cut us all off. Weddings are canceled, children’s education is disrupted, and loved ones die alone. And Boris having fun in the back garden?
Sometimes it seems like no one wants it to end as much as Boris himself. He looks absolutely tough. The overweight, unhealthy 57-year-old seems exhausted, not simply by the job of running the country but also by his personal life including a recent costly divorce, a new wife and two children under two years old.
And the moment he left office, Boris suddenly became an amazingly rich man. His money worries will end forever when he waves goodbye to the Lulu Lytle wallpaper in Downing Street. There will be a seven-figure publishing deal for his glittering memoirs, and big payoffs on the road in America that will make Tony Blair sting with envy.
Boris will enjoy a stress-free life watching his young family grow. He can finally lose weight. So why not?
Boris will enjoy a stress-free life watching his young family grow. He can finally lose weight. So why not? Aside from fanatical green fundamentalism, Boris does not appear to be on a political mission. He doesn’t seem to have a vision for this country.
He doesn’t look like he is most interested in making Brexit work – getting Brexit done turns out to be easy – and scares me that the whole painful struggle for an independent, sovereign nation rights outside the EU are meaningless. Does Boris really want to be Prime Minister?
Surely he would love to be richer, while those who voted for him are having to choose between eating and warming. So why is he clinging? Conceited. The vanity of man, the most powerful motivator.
Because if he goes now, then Boris Johnson is a celebrated wonder, the shortest serving Prime Minister since Henry Campbell-Bannerman (1905-1908), a minor political figure like David Cameron, Theresa May and John Major, the humdrum parade of true blue commoners.
Boris deserves to be remembered more.
However, the chaos he watched in his wake now repels even those of us who have come to love him. And his grip on the nation’s collective heart has been loose for a while.
The country that gave him 80 majority seats had to be horrified when Boris somehow became the Bullingdon Club act of tribute to Greta Thunberg. The man who blindly declared that energy bills would fall after Brexit is now telling us we must get rid of our gas boilers, get rid of our petrol cars and open our wallets for dreams. his undisguised blue dream while China and India continue to do whatever they want to grow their booming economies.
Among those wishing Boris well, there has been growing anxiety as this Tory PM loves a highly bossy, fanatical and fanatical state. If we wanted all that Socialism crap, Boris, we would have voted Labor.
Better to leave each other
Beyond the overwhelming frustration of the BBC’s propaganda machine, there is certainly a rage in the hearts of all those who have sacrificed so much during the shutdown while those named in Downing Street “make the most of their lives.” make the most of lovely weather” in May 2020.
But there is also burnout. We are increasingly tired of hypocrisy, broken promises, excuses.
So don’t stay in the office just because your ego demands it, Boris. Don’t cling to the keys to 10 Downing Street in wounded vanity.
If you can’t catch, your end is soon.
Like any passionate love that eventually dies, the ending is tinged with regret, sadness and pain.
But it’s hard to fight the feeling that this relationship is nearing an end. And that the British people and Boris Johnson are better off together.
https://www.the-sun.com/news/4472570/love-affair-with-boris-is-ending/ Our love affair with Boris is ending and it is tinged with regret