After many measures and reservations, the tragic comedy is finally over: thus Boris Johnson has resigned as party leader, but will remain as prime minister until the next leader is appointed. In this case, one would like to ask members of the Conservative Party, and a portion of the electorate is now greatly reduced: “What did he take…?”
How could it take such an eternity to see, and get enough of, this half-formed revelation with the hairstyle of a three-year-old, the respect of an eight-year-old for truth, and a seventeen-year-old’s sexual ascetic attitude?
To do justice to history On how this man reached the heights of power – I would say Moliere who gave us “Tartuffe”, but think instead one should choose Alfred Jarry who wrote “Ubu Roi”.
No matter how one might characterize Alexander Boris de Pfeiffel Johnson’s period in power, it embodies for me the disproportionate influence of the privileged English system on social life, be it the judiciary, business, media, or politics.
They are given free passage from well-to-do family, through ‘middle school’ to one of three or four large boarding schools and then Uxbridge, then through the right-wing press and think tanks, to finally get into politics.
They’ve been grafted along the way with a deep conviction that they deserve whatever falls to their knees, whether it’s huge bonuses in the bank or (tjosan!) the position of prime minister. The word “merit” is tattooed on Johnson’s forehead, and that’s what the bangs hide.
Oddly enough, many of them worked normally People all over the country fell for this broken magic. I was certainly not a fan of Margaret Thatcher, but I could at least explain the support she received among many voters, including the established working class. She had principles, ideas, and visions: about increasing home ownership, about liberalizing the public sector, about individualism and self-confidence.
Boris Johnson has plus-minus principles. With one exception: his career.
He’s the one he’s going to build on now, hopefully outside the circles of power. It is sometimes said that he said he was looking to leave politics in order to make more money: the lifestyle he felt deserved could hardly be financed with the Prime Minister’s income (just over £161,000 a year, or just under $2m kroner).
So count on a well-paid track record In the Daily Telegraph, he was once fired for falsifying quotes. In the same way, he is the one who cuts down on the lucrative speaker at dinner that a lot of ex-politicians engage in. Or why not air a talk show on Rupert Murdoch’s new TalkTV?
But he who expects some form of self-examination must wait in vain, for the simple reason that he has nothing to look for himself. There is no depth to go down. Everything is on the surface.
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