For all I know, there was once a TV show called ‘People Say The Stupidest Things’. If there wasn’t, there should have been. For example. I once worked with a bloke who hated hospitals. “I hate going into hospitals,” he would say, every time someone he knew was in hospital. I always felt like replying: “Well, I fucking love hospitals, me. All those sick patients and overworked staff. And all those germs. Get me in one as soon as possible.” Absolute nonsense. Unless you need to be in hospital, for treatment or for work, there’s a bit of all of us that hates hospitals or at best doesn’t like them. I heard another one the other day. “I love Boris!”
The Boris to whom this person was referring was Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, known to no one in his family or to his friends as Boris. He’s Al or Alex. The Boris she loves is an invention, a loveable character who tells it like he is and isn’t the same as other boring politicians. No, wait. He’s a liar, a fraud, a charlatan, a shyster, an adulterer, a misogynist, a racist, a homophobe and a crook. “Yeah, but he is funny.” Give me strength.
The ‘Boris’ fan went on: “They should leave him alone. He got Brexit done, he made all the right calls on Covid and anyway, he’s a new dad for at least the seventh time. Ha ha ha ha. Good old Boris. I love Boris. Did I tell you I love Boris?”
Having nearly lost the will to live, I merely supped my coffee and tried not to listen. What good would it have done to have argued using actual facts? That Johnson is a mendacious liar is known to everyone. It’s part of the ‘Boris’ package. He hasn’t got the Brexit he doesn’t believe in (Johnson believes in nothing, by the way: just Johnson) done, 200,000 people died due to Covid, many tens of thousands directly because of his disastrous leadership, but yes this philandering serious shagger is a new dad yet again. He loves his children. He even knows the names of some of them and which elite private schools he sent them to. Good old Boris etc.
No one seems bothered that Johnson is still PM. He didn’t resign from that job yesterday during his narcissistic address to the nation and where he of course lied through his teeth about his so-called achievements. He wants to carry on as the temporary PM at least until the autumn when the world might be a very different place and, quite possibly, at war with Russia. Quite why anyone in their right mind would want to see Johnson lead us into war is beyond my level of understanding, but that is what both he and his cretinous supporters will cling to.
If Johnson stays – and I would not bet against him hanging on – Britain remains a laughing stock, a pariah on the world stage and potentially a failed state. And the one-way love affair some people have with Johnson needs to end and end soon.
I don’t wish ill on him – well, not that ill – but how about he steps aside now and spends some time in a country that would warmly welcome him. How about Rawanda? He could take Priti Patel with him and for once do something really useful.
