Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, to give the Prime Minister his full name, is a proven serial liar, and many have said so, most conspicuously, perhaps, his former boss, Max Hastings. I won't dwell on the evidence. I will simply assert that I doubt if there is a single adult in the UK, who has more than a passing interest in current affairs, who would dissent from this view, certainly in private, no matter what excuses some might waffle in public. Along with the rest of his unseemly and unsavoury behaviour this was well and broadly known before the general election, before the Tory party elected him their leader, before he barged himself into public prominence by leading the Brexit campaign charge. So, why have millions lent this execrable character their support and their votes? He does, as far as one can deduce, still retain the support of millions despite the mounting evidence he's not up to the job he plotted so assiduously to attain.
We live in strange times, indeed. Whatever the exact numbers or the demographics of the whole shebang, it's now undeniable a disturbingly high number of people in the UK today do not consider being on at least nodding terms with the truth, having some identifiable principles beyond self advancement and a reasonable level of competence as necessary characteristics for people in high public office. As a nation we've abandoned facts and rejected reason and our public discourse and debate, such as it is, is conducted solely through the prism of our own personal prejudices, fears and phobias. We've discarded the illuminating spirit of the enlightenment and are heading at breakneck speed toward a new dark ages, ably assisted, indeed encouraged, by the vanguard of scoundrels who have shaped and promoted this change for their own endlessly selfish objectives. I'm tempted to make a roll call, if only for the dubious pleasure of imagining them all lined up along the proverbial wall. But it doesn't matter, we know who they are. And there will, likely, be a reckoning of sorts, but when could be a long time coming, and many of today's despots responsible for this sorry state of affairs might well have fled the scene, escaping the consequences of their shoddy work, which seems at times their only undisputed, verifiable talent.
As we take a stroll into conjecture, I would say very little is certain except that many of us, the vast majority of us, are going to have an increasingly bad time of it. It's never been a smart move to let the lunatics run the asylum. The current cabinet Johnson leads is composed of inept racists, misogynists and mendacious charlatans, like him. It's utterly inconceivable with people like this in charge of the governance of this country that anything other than chaos and decay awaits us.
In December 2019 the British people decided to commit political, cultural and economic suicide, confirming a desire to follow Boris and the Monsters, that sad cod combo of joking fraudsters, to wherever their madness and incompetence would lead us. Barring a miracle, it's going to be a long road back to sanity.
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