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Cometh the hour, cometh the liar

18 Jun 2023 5 minute read
Boris Johnson Photo by Jonathan Brady/PA Wire

Ben Wildsmith

There was a grim inevitability to Boris Johnson’s governmental adventure concluding with him and Nadine Dorries emerging into a hail of bullets like Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid.

The only mystery is why the gods took so long to be angered by a display of hubris that made Louis IV look like John Major.

I suspect that, like the rest of us, they were paralysed in rapt disbelief that such a character was actually being permitted to cavort on the world stage at all. It was a thing to watch, you can’t deny.

A clue as to how he got away with it for so long lies with the craven invertebrates he leaves behind in Westminster. Sunak, who seems to view the premiership as a sort of gap-year volunteering placement before returning to a proper job in ‘tech’, didn’t see fit to comment on the Privileges Committee report at all.

He knows right well that his former boss can spill the beans on him whenever he likes, and one can picture him anxiously refreshing the Daily Mail’s website to see what Johnson’s first column had in store.

That it turned out to be a genial lifestyle piece on slimming can only have prolonged his suffering. He’s food.


Further down the menu, the collective ‘I always knew he was a wrong ‘un’ mumbling from Parliamentary also-rans who were happy enough to ‘back Boris’ when there were still votes in it dignifies nobody.

Tory MPs never tire of telling us how their policies reward ‘risk- takers’ who create wealth for the country. How telling that they should wait until Johnson’s head has been spiked in Parliament Square before venturing an ounce of their own political fortunes on such an outcome.

We are already being told that we want to ‘move on’ from the Johnson affair. In a week or so any mention of it will be met with eye-rolling sighs as if it were a non-event that’s only of interest to embittered obsessives with an agenda.

You’ve seen this manoeuvre before when we were told we wanted to move on from Brexit, Grenfell, Covid etc. etc. etc.

We are encouraged to view each of these calamities as stand-alone misfortunes rather than a narrative arc of incompetence and malfeasance.

In this instance, the convenient take is to ascribe the entire business to Johnson alone, as if his dishonesty was an aberration of which we have now been rid.

Crackpot economics

I put it to you that Johnson was, and remains, the perfect standard bearer for the United Kingdom in the 21st Century.

Take a look around you at the deserted, hollowed-out town centres, the potholed roads, the years’ long waiting lists for medical treatment, the food banks, the falling life expectancy, the endemic mental health problems, the skills shortages…

We’re not going through a bad patch; all of this is the logical result for a country that has been ruined by crackpot economics and straightforward larceny for decades.

Kept afloat on a sea of debt, we have seen our industrial base, in other words our usefulness, decimated in favour of a financial services industry whose profits spread no further than the Home Counties.

The rest of us either scrap over the bones it throws our way or prosper via the artificial inflation of house prices in a Ponzi scheme that has left our young people at the mercy of an increasingly venal rentier class.

Toxic patriotism

All of this has been obvious for most of my adult life but rather than address it, our leaders, and we allow it whether we voted for them or not, have offered up toxic patriotism, xenophobia, and bullying of the disadvantaged as displaced channels for the nation’s unhappiness.

The unhinged self-mutilation of Brexit isn’t the cause of our woes, it’s the latest and grandest event in a long tradition of self-deception.

I was in the pub one afternoon (yeah, I know), when a bloke pitched up in white Gucci loafers and plenty of gold jewellery. He stood at the bar having a pint and making sure everyone noticed him before leaving in a haze of Paco Rabane cologne.

An old boy in the corner looked up from his newspaper and observed,’

‘Thousand pound millionaire.’

‘What do you mean?’ asked the landlord.

‘Merc on the drive and f*ck all in the fridge.’

That’s where the UK is as a nation. Wheeling out Charles in a golden coach to receive the baubles of an empire none of us can remember, the Sceptred Isle is all fur coat and no knickers.

Uniquely dishonest

There are only so many tears in the social fabric that you can patch up with union flags before it disintegrates and reveals the Great British sham in all its decrepitude.

Boris Johnson wasn’t a uniquely dishonest Prime Minister; he was the Prime Minister of a uniquely dishonest country. His blustering appeal to a supposed former greatness echoed round the derelict ruins of post-industrial Britain like a hospital radio jingle.

It’s ironic that the UK’s attachment to the lies of empire should prove to be its undoing as former colonies surge past it towards prosperity.

As the death throes of the old bulldog find voice in Johnson’s outrage at being removed as Bullshitter in Chief, Scotland, Northern Ireland, and Wales should take stock.

Project UK isn’t getting better any time soon.

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9 months ago

Excellent article as usual. Please Cymru, take note now.

Mab Meirion
Mab Meirion
9 months ago

Opinion in the MM household is that Carrie wrote the first column and probably the next four going on his ‘Cobra’ record of missing deadlines…twenty thousand dead per missed Cobra committee…Every opportunity to do the right thing missed…

Hang them all from Westminster Bridge as a warning to those who would seek to lord it over us in the future…The price of failure in politics is paid for by the people, this must change…

Mab Meirion
Mab Meirion
9 months ago

What is an apology from Gove worth? He could try and explain what Shaun and Ben have done to deserve anything other than a fine and the sack… Shaun and Ben, is that a spin-off from Wallace and Gromit? Macron is not fond of Wallace, by the way, he does not speak for Europe… Macron and Sunak are like two pees in a pod. Who remembers Macron’s security advisor bully boy dressed in a Police uniform beating-up the most vulnerable person in the crowd and Sunak, of course, has his psychopath Braverman … Check out the French island of Mayotte… Read more »

Mab Meirion
Mab Meirion
9 months ago
Reply to  Mab Meirion

Gove channelling the Pope…Lord Bailey of (WTFDHGTF) Sleaze Headquarters shall ascend unto The House of Sleaze…I think Extreme Unction is needed here…

Steve A Duggan
Steve A Duggan
9 months ago

The trouble is UK plc has been in decline for decades. Thatcher saw this and tried to sell the household jewelry to make it look like she was turning things around. As the article states the country is now like a skeleton in a fur coat. Even that fur coat doesn’t belong to us it belongs to the rentiers we’ve flogged the country to. We can do better, our children deserve better, our children deserve and need an independent Cymru now.

Mab Meirion
Mab Meirion
9 months ago

Braverman goes and has a word in Greek immigration ears, a week later 500 refugees drown while the Greek coastguard lies through their teeth, are we seeing a coincidence here ?

Mab Meirion
Mab Meirion
9 months ago
Reply to  Mab Meirion

Looks like Lord Bailey of Jingle and Mingle printed invite is going to have his ermine collar felt by Old Bill of Scotland Yard…get in…

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