The most difficult thing for me at the moment is to stop pressing ‘send’ when attempting to reply to one of the ghastly gushing comments on social networks that suggest Boris Johnson is doing a great job in the fight against Covid-19. “All Johnson cares about is you,” cry his fans. “And if you think he is doing a shit job, then don’t accept his generosity in using his own money to enable you to be furloughed.” Or something.
Give that the country is in crisis, this is not the right time to pile into Johnson. For one thing, he is very ill – you are not put in intensive care if all that’s wrong with you is a minor cough and temperature – and unless you have a heart of stone or you are in idiot, or both, then you want him to get better. He has a heavily pregnant partner, for goodness sake, and something like 12 children from previous relationships. Whatever you think of Johnson, you surely cannot wish ill upon him, his family or anyone else, for that matter.
So I am biting my tongue, avoiding the ‘send’ button and I am not responding to what I consider to be the absolute nonsense about the job he is doing. That’s for another day. Johnson has many faults and few pluses, but he doesn’t to deserve to die. I want him to get through this and to be a better person, something that won’t take much.
