Some bright sparks think we ought be clapping for our ailing leader. A man who publicly said it was OK to behave irresponsibly. He did so himself, bragging on the tellybox about it, and now is paying the price. That he's sick is unfortunate; I'd rather no one was sick and this virus didn't exist. But it does and it's through his arrogance and bravado that it is. He doesn't care about us and I certainly won't be clapping for him - as if the mashing of my palms into percussive praise will effect any healing. Thoughts and prayers anyone?
Still, I don't want to write his epitaph too soon. I just think it's tragic that so many others are paying, and have paid, the price for incompetence at his and his party's hands. He didn't care about the deaths of the working class when voting to strip them of healthcare and welfare. None of them did. So you'll forgive me for refusing to join in a pity party for a member of the elite who, by deign of privilege, won't want for a ventilator or ICU bed the way others will. He'll get the best of care, probably privately, no question. After all he's the PM, right? We need the PM?
Even if I grant that, and I don't, we don't need him - or any single individual - to be it.
So who gets to lead if Boris heads off to the great clown car in the sky? I would assume it's the experts' friend: Gove. What a turn up for the books that would be? The last man standing gets to fulfill his ambition. How very Tory!
Perhaps it will be that buffoon Domic Raab; the Brexit secretary who didn't know what ports were. Probably overqualified then. What about his co-author (Britannia Unchained; a handbook for the truly demented), lung cancer's best friend, Priti Patel? She's probably too busy shouting and throwing things at her civil servants. She's been conspicuously (and thankfully) absent during all this - as if being home secretary during a national crisis is not a big deal. Probably flogging Johnson's medical secrets to the Israelis.
There really isn't much hope with any of them. Each will stand like a haunted painting behind a lectern which itself conveys more leadership. We know things will really get serious when the guys stop wearing ties and just opt for a shirt and jacket. A cross between Nigel Havers and the Andromeda Strain.
The Knightsbridge Strain (stain?). Get your COVID19 Harrods hamper. Blue veined cheese, Bollinger, and face mask that could have gone to a front line doctor. He could at least have had the decency to pay (WE pay) for private healthcare and not take up a slot needed by one of the proles his intransigent response has condemned.
Like I said; I don't want anyone to die. I wouldn't pull the "murder the PM" lever, but I certainly won't be (and didn't) clapping for him. Not until he stands down or leaves office. If he does survive the working class lose further since he will become a hero in the media: the Christ Johnson who saved (note the presumptive past tense). The Corona Churchill who fought the socialist virus and won from his sick bed. He fought the poor but the poor didn't win.
But the spectacle of Tories clapping - appropriating a heartfelt grassroots sentiment of solidarity with those on the frontline of his bio engineered apocalypse - sickens me. How fucking dare they.
That may well be sooner than expected. Won't be in a ditch though; it'll be in an NHS hospital bed as the arogant author of his own misfortune, taking the rest of us down with him.
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