Dear Boris Johnson,
It’s time we stopped calling you Boris.
It can no longer be Boris – you know, that charming, blubbering, grinning TV show buffoon that somehow charmed the electorate. You are not the bumbling, loveable, charm merchant of cathode ray myth but a cynical, manipulative piece of work who put his personal ambition before his country – a country that is now split into two politically, generationally, socially and even geographically once Scotland leaves.
These are mean and dangerous times with a complex, fast moving, runaway train which needs good minds and intelligent souls and all we get is you galloping towards us blustering away without a clue about what to do.
Post Brexit the UK has changed for ever. You conducted a very British coup that sees you think you can soft shuffle into power chuckling away like the jolly buffoon and your pampered childhood dreams of being in power. A kindergarten politician with no ideology and no plan. a giant spoiled baby running amok in the corridors of power like it’s all a jolly jape just like back in the days of the Bullingdon Club where you created the role of the mean spirited jester and your future was mapped out like some kind of bizarre James Bond or Batman villain.
Johnson, all this talk about Europe and it’s unelected politicians we kept hearing in the campaign seems oddly prescient now that you are making your move for number ten. We didn’t vote for you either – you are just as unelected as those EU bosses of myth and your blonde ambition has driven this country to the edge of a precipice. There is no way we want you, the con artist, as prime minister. You are a dangerous, deluded, selfish, vain man who has no political bone in his body – just an arrogant obsession with himself and the reigns of power.
Johnson, I know, like your chum, Michael Gove so tellingly said, with a phrase that will haunt him for the rest of his life, that we ‘have had enough of experts’ and that we are in a post political era where ideology is dead, and being a celebrity is more important than being an expert : greed is god and blonde ambition is king – just ask your twin brother Donald Trump.
You have no ideology – just glib phrases, you have no arguments just that sickening guffaw and spitting out ‘project fear’ when criticised. You argue like a spoilt child, like an overgrown five year old child saying ‘I didn’t say that’ when confronted by one of you campaign lies. If your idea of politics is just to say ‘it wasn’t me ‘ when trapped in a debate then we really are in dire straights.
One year you are pro Europe, the next year you are anti Europe – it’s all career opportunities isn’t it? You stand in front of the cameras like some kind of dystopian Orwellian creation full of guffaws and bluster about ‘project fear’ when criticised about campaign slogans about the NHS which are dismissed with that supercilious smirk like they are annoying interruptions to your day.
The new Europe you describe in your post Brexit column in the Daily Telegraph is remarkably similar to the one that you have just campaigned to leave. You have broken up the UK like some kind of jolly pied piper with your hypnotising waffle pouring out of your pipe. You used the whole of the British electorate to further your own ambition and your own career and that’s unforgivable.
More than ever this country needs someone to steady the ship, a sharp political mind to negotiate us through this mess and get get us through article 50 and the complex paperwork stuff that you can never be bothered to deal with. Even the most ardent fans of Brexit must surely want someone more capable than this buffoon to get them through this mess.
Johnson, the moment you realised that this is not a bawdy night out at college but real life and there is no precedent for where we are going is the moment you may wake up from your self centred opportunism.
Playing fast and loose with your country almost amounts to treason you bumbling oaf.
Take a good look at yourself man, You really don’t know what you are doing