The worst Prime Minister in British history (yes, even worse than Thatcher) has finally been pushed out of office following a rebellion by his own ‘friends’. He will tender his resignation today, then try to stay on in the role until a new leader is elected by his party.
Too many lies, too much bluff and bluster, too much corruption, too much embarrassment for the Conservative Party. It has all finally taken it’s toll.
So why am I not dancing for joy?
The other equally corrupt Conservatives are so terrified of what might happen if there is now a General Election have persuaded him to resign to avoid that. So that means a leadership election, followed by another repulsive Tory becoming Prime Minister. Then they wil try to hang on until 2024, hoping to erase Johnson’s tainted legacy in the meantime.
Nothing is going to change. The rich and corrupt will get richer, and continue to be corrupt. Life will be no better for ‘ordinary’ people, and the old Establishment wil continue to tear apart the NHS, Social Services, The Unions, and the living conditions of the working class.
No dancing for joy from me. The face in number ten will change, but everything else will remain the same.
To be honest, I would have preferred to see Boris continue as he was. No one person has ever done so much damage to the Conservative Party in my lifetime. If he had stayed on, it might never have won another election.
I like to be the first to admit when I am wrong. I didn’t think that Russia would invade the main part of Ukraine, but now they have.
It seems that Putin is less concerned about any financial repercussions than the many billionaires and millionaires in his country are. And after making a lot of noise about ‘strict sanctions’ last week, those sanctions proved to be rather lukewarm, and ultimately toothless.
This is especially true in the case of Boris Johnson, who made a great deal of the puny sanctions he imposed this week by limiting the activities of three Russian-owned banks in London. Refusing to go after billions of pounds of Russian money invested in property in Britain, he claimed that everyone who owned them was ‘on the electoral register as a UK resident’. This despite the easily-proven fact that most are owned by shell companies fronted by Russian oligarchs and registered in foreign tax havens.
All of this lukewarm response to sanctions must have assured Putin that he was free to do anything he liked, as long as his troops did not cross the border into a NATO-member country. Add to this the constant reports that no western country was prepared to assist Ukraine militarily, other than to supply them with weapons and munitions.
So, the dice has been rolled, and has not yet reached the end of the gaming table.
Remember not so long ago, when the political future of Boris Johnson was hanging by a thread?
The public didn’t trust him, many of his own members of Parliament wanted him gone, and the vultures were circling as others vied for his job.
As for the media, they churned out endless reports about his lies, the Sue Gray investigation, and featured many people who were adamant that Boris had to go, for the sake of the nation, and to reinstill some credibility in the government.
Boris disappeared, claiming a relative with Covid for his self-isolating absence.
He was waiting for the dust to settle.
The same day that he was back on our screens, the media only had one thing to tell us about. Russia was going to invade Ukraine. World War Three was not only a possibility, it was imminent.
Our chief liar got busy, flying around Europe to make it look as if his presence was important in any discussions about the Ukraine situation. He went to Ukraine too, giving away £88 million of our money, and pledging to support the Ukrainians against Putin. He has also been to Poland, Germany, and Belgium, as well as France and America.
His carbon footprint has been disregarded in his efforts to be seen as a world leader, and a man of the hour.
As soon as things seemed about to calm down in Ukraine, Foreign Secretary Liz Truss asserted that Russia was going to invade Ukraine ‘at any moment’. America jumped back onto the invasion bandwagon, and even Emmanuel Macron’s efforts to pour water on the fires faded in a burst of jingoistic fervour on both sides of the Atlantic.
Step in the helpful media, showing out of date photos of Russian troops and tanks, and giving wildly fluctuating estimates of Russian troop numbers on the border with UKraine.
Vladimir Putin had better watch out. Boris the Liar is so desperate to keep his job, he may well get his front bench cronies to invade Ukraine wearing Russian uniforms.
So Matt Hancock, the Health Secretary and government minister, has had to resign.
During his chaotic handling of the Coronavirus pandemic, even some Conservatives in his own party criticised him. It emerged that he had shares in various pharmaceutical companies, and was awarding contracts to supply PPE to companies owned by his friends.
The aborted Test and Trace scheme wasted billions of pounds of public money, and there is speculation that he deliberately held back on adequate support for Care Homes, hoping that the virus would kill off a significant portion of the elderly.
He did not support early vaccination for younger people with disabilities or learning difficulties, but was an advocate of the ‘herd immunity’ idea that probably cost the lives of thousands of people.
Yet none of this forced his resignation.
He continued to enjoy the unqualified support of Prime Minister Boris Johnson, and was frequently praised by his Cabinet colleagues in government for his ‘hard work and dedication’.
His downfall came, as it so often does, because of his attraction to a female adviser that he employed. An old friend from his university days, this woman was employed as an independent adviser at a time when the Civil Service had many well-qualfied and salaried advisers already in place capable of doing her job.
Gina Coladangelo was already a millionaire when employed in that unnecessary role, and married to a multi-millionaire retail shop magnate. Hancock employed her to work for just 20 days in one year, at a fee of £15,000. That’s £750 a day. Not a bad pay rate at all, but she really didn’t need the money.
The real reason was to get her close to him. Very close. He spent public money so he could have sex with a woman he knew.
Unable to keep his hands off his lover during working hours, he was caught on camera kissing and fondling her. Nobody cared that they were having an affair outside of their marriages. What upset everyone was that this was at a time when grandparents were not allowed to hug their grandchildren, and people were dying alone, deprived of the last embrace of a loved one. Families were restricted to meeting in low numbers, and only ouside in a garden, and relatives were forbidden from visiting residents of Old People’s Homes.
Yet the smugly entitled government minister was happy to cuddle up to an ’employee’ who was not in his social bubble, and do a lot more than shake hands with her, or bump elbows.
Even faced with this uproar, he only managed a feeble apology, and asked that his private life be his own affair. But the media and the public were not having it, and the uproar continued, despite Boris standing by the philanderer. That left him with no alternative but to resign.
Not long after declaring he had the virus, Boris Johnson has been declared ‘fit and well’.
By an uncanny coincidence, after sheltering in a castle for a while, it seems Price Charles is fit and well too.
Wel that’s it. Everything is going to be fine. Nothing at all to worry about.
If those two such elevated personages can be cured of something they never had in the first place, then why are we concerned?
Panic over. Life goes back to normal.
Just hide somewhere for a while, (three days should do it) and it won’t kill you.
Do you still believe either of them really had it?
If so, I have got a bridge in London to sell you, going cheap.
The two candidates vying to be the next leader of the UK Conservative Party, and by default, the next Prime Minister of Britain, are coming to the end of their campaigns. They are facing tougher than usual questioning, and both are seen to be struggling under the pressure. For US readers, these characters are the equivalent of Republican grandees. Well-educated, previous experience in government, and both suitably smug and complacent.
Jeremy Hunt and Boris Johnson are competing in a one-horse race to win the prize. That will be voted on only by the members of the UK Conservative Party; around 160,000 people, out of a population of around 67,000,000. I say one-horse race, because Boris Johnson is the out-and-out leader, and expected to win, by everybody. This man seems to be a tousle-haired buffoon. A supporter of the Right in politics, and a bumbling former Mayor of London.
But don’t be fooled by his public persona. He is very intelligent, and knows very well how to play to the ‘mob’.
There is little chance Hunt will beat him, but to me that is of little consequence. They are both the awful descendants of Margaret Thatcher. Supporters of the rich and privileged, big business, and their financial backers. They won’t keep a single promise they are making, whichever one of the evil men wins.
We supposedly have a choice, voted for by their own party members. But for me, it is no choice at all.
They are both as bad as each other. In my world, they would be hanging from lamp-posts.
I have no time for any Conservative politician, as you might expect given my obvious political leanings. But one above all is guaranteed to make me cringe, every time I see his face, read about his antics, or watch him being interviewed on TV. That person is Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, better known as Boris Johnson, the Conservative member of parliament, former Mayor of London, and the current Foreign Secretary of the United Kingdom.
The mere fact that we present this wild-haired buffoon as the representative of this country is enough to get me riled. Then the fact that I share his (albeit common) surname makes me wish he had something as elaborate as his forenames instead. But what really gets to me, is that he pretends to be a clown. He acts stupid, trading on his shambolic appearance, and trademark unkempt hairstyle. He blusters and stutters, takes part in stunts and photo opportunities, and seems happy to allow himself to be viewed as a harmless figure of fun by all and sundry.
There are two reasons why this is unacceptable, and the first is that he is representing this country as our Foreign Secretary, our face to the world. The second reason is that none of it is true. It is all an act, a contrivance, a device. All set up to make him appear to be harmless, like some cuddly cartoon bear that inadvertently slipped into politics, and doesn’t know what he is doing.
Have a quick look at his background, courtesy of Wikipedia.
Born in New York City to wealthy upper-middle class English parents, Johnson was educated at the European School of Brussels, Ashdown House School, and Eton College. He studied Classics at Balliol College, Oxford, where he was elected president of the Oxford Union in 1986.
Joining the Conservatives, he was elected MP for Henley in 2001, and under party leaders Michael Howard and David Cameron he was in the Shadow Cabinet.
During his first term as mayor of London, he banned alcohol consumption on public transport, championed London’s financial sector, and introduced the New Routemaster buses, cycle hire scheme, and Thames cable-car. In 2012, he was re-elected mayor, again defeating Livingstone; during his second term he oversaw the 2012 Summer Olympics.
After Theresa May became leader of the Conservatives and Prime Minister, Johnson was appointed as Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs on 13 July 2016.
Does this look like the track record of a fool to you? I would regard it as the clever insinuations of a well-educated man looking for his moment to take the most powerful job in UK politics.
Don’t be fooled by Boris, and look behind the hype.