Johnson writing on political ambition and coddling the stooges
Aspiring politicians should assemble a disciplined and deluded collection of stooges to get out the vote. Brisk, stern women, running to fat, but backing their largely male candidates with a porky decisiveness. For these women, politics offers human friction and warmth. The tragedy of the stooge is that she wants so much to believe that her relationship with the candidate is special that she shuts out the truth. The terrible art of the candidate is to coddle the self-deception of the stooge.
Max Hastings writing in June 2019 about Johnson's unfitness to lead
Johnson’s graver vice is cowardice, reflected in a willingness to tell any audience, whatever he thinks most likely to please, heedless of the inevitability of its contradiction an hour later. He would not recognise truth, whether about his private or political life, if confronted by it in an identity parade. It is impossible that a man who is false to his friends and neighbours should be true to the public.
Almost the only people who think Johnson a nice guy are those who do not know him …
… the Johnson premiership could survive for three or four years, shambling from one embarrassment and debacle to another, of which Brexit may prove the least.
Approaching the three year anniversary, we can only hope Hastings proves to be correct about that last paragraph.
Is democracy being by-passed in favour of the billionaires?
Why doesn't Starmer hold another referendum?



