One of the things that has always amazed me is how is it that Boris’s Johnson has managed to convince vast swathes of ordinary working people that he is understanding of their…whatever it is they delude themselves he understanding of. Donald Trump managed the same trick on his path to the US presidency but I don’t care about that right now. If ordinary working Americans are so stupid as to believe that a billionaire sex pest speaks for them, well good luck with that, is all I can say. They elected him, he’s their problem. We’ve our own.
With little more than an appearance on a panel show, an impressive array of verbal ticks, a disheveled appearance and a ‘colourful’ private life, he has blustered his way to where he is now. Which is exactly where I don’t want him – or indeed any Tory politician – ever to be.
At his campaign launch to be Tory party leader earlier this year, he brushed off questions about his language and that of people finding his language offensive as being him nothing more than plain speaking. If that is the case, I’m sure he won’t mind me, in the same spirit of plain speaking, describing him as a political chameleon of the highest order, a self-serving elitist who pretends to be populist to better serve his own interests. A opportunist chancer who plays fast and loose with peoples future’s, a snake oil salesman who looks out only for number one but wants us to put him in number ten,
One who has throughout this election campaign avoided detailed scrutiny, meeting the public and generally shying away from anything that isn’t carefully stage managed by Conservative Central Office. One who could be our PM on Friday, and that sound you’ll hear if he is will be hoofs as the four horsemen of the apocalypse gallop all over this country. One who promotes the fallacy that a Tory majority government will somehow ‘Get Brexit Done’. As I’ve noted before, the only thing that’ll be done is us.