A Farcical Scoundrelarchy

How did we come to this? Having lived here for 22 years (full-time) and now signed up to work for the ambulance service, it’s a strange and unsettling thing to say that I haven’t felt this much of an outsider in the UK since there were bombs going off in the 80s and 90s.

It’s fascinating watching a cabinet of sociopaths coalesce like metastasis around this virulent malignancy of a man.

I really do despair of the much-vaunted judgment of character of the English. After all; braying, bumptious incoherence peppered with entitled Latin and Greek bon mots still trumps actual competence just like it did back in the Edwardian halcyon. The rest of Europe can only look on in exasperation as the UK continues to play a game of chicken with itself.

This country’s ruling class embodies the Dunning Kruger effect. Time and tiring time again it is being proven that the so-called class who were born to lead are conspicuously short on anything coming within an ass’s roar of competence while still displaying breathtaking levels of arrogance based on little more than the (increasingly uncertain) belief that they won’t at any moment be dragged from a room and strung from the nearest lamp-post.

But of course Johnson's choice is pretty textbook; install a cabinet full of obsequious incompetents to prop up improbable executive decisions. In political allies, one should love deep weakness and fear high ability.

If -- as right-wing blowhards would have us believe – there are any historical echoes between Churchill and Johnson, we all better be hoping that this time round, history skips the tragedy and just repeats as farce.

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