A strange man; funny, smart, but constantly tired and I couldn’t apologize without making you think he had even more to hide. However, I will regret firing him on a few occasions. One: it’s a victory for the worst people, the elite Remainers who thought Brexit was so patently stupid that no one would vote for it. When more than half of us did, the only explanation they could fathom was that voters had been duped by a master manipulator. “Boris stole our country!” they cried, while he began to build the Britain they had always wanted. High tax, low carbon, gender neutral, uncontrolled borders. The war on Boris flattered the Left’s belief that he is an anti-fascist outsider – revealing the fact that after 12 years of Tory rule, the awakening still has almost everything. But what I really resent is the silence of Boris’ fall. It leaves you wondering if it is possible for anyone to lead in an age of such profound stupidity. Have you heard the saying, “No man is a hero to his valet”? The philosopher Hegel pointed out that this is not because the man is not a hero, but because the valet is a valet: if you see a great man entirely from the point of view of his drinking or his dirty socks, you will not. I appreciate what makes him great despite these things. The problem, Hegel argued, is that since the 19th century, with the rise of biography and the beginnings of psychoanalysis, we have all become servants, viewing public figures not by what they believe or do, but by what they look like behind. closed doors. It is an equalizing impulse. It means that no politician is better than the rest of us. Indeed, the very fact that I don’t want to conquer Asia or have hundreds of concubines might make me superior to Genghis Khan. But historical figures stand out, Hegel argued, when they are willing to trample on consensus, and a society strictly governed by bourgeois morality, controlled by Commons committees and Twitter, cannot cultivate greatness. I am not a Hegelian. I love Christian ethics and wish our leaders do too. But the crusade against Boris may prove to be a pyrrhic one in the long run. His enemies have proven that it is acceptable to deconstruct and destroy a man’s reputation in order to win – a precedent that could be applied to Labor in the future – and in this disgusting context who in their right mind would enter politics ; Just a sociopath with no sense of shame. Or, worse, a puritan with no sense of fun. Politicians will put up more walls. Boris was always reluctant to surrender. He denied access to his family (rightfully so) and had so little to say about his private life that when asked what he does in his spare time, he ludicrously replied that he turns wine crates into model buses. Never has a prime minister been so instantly recognizable and yet, after so many years, so little known – but for a cartoon legend that suited him and his detractors. The idea that Britain has been ruled for three years by a lazy clown flatters the conceit that Brexit was inherently stupid, while also deflecting from the reality that many Brexit disappointments are due to decisions made by the Tories that were serious and wrong. The same applies to the lockdown. We’ve talked endlessly about Boris breaking the rules. We still have to ask whether the rules themselves were correct. Thus, obsessing over one man’s sins allows the broader moral consensus to go unexamined. My vacation was the curator’s egg. I left it until the last minute to book anything. When I sat down to try the prices went up and it was £400 even to fly to Belfast. So I left and stayed in a spa hotel in East Kent. My horizons narrow with age. Not only did I not leave the country, but I did not make it out of the county. It was fine: nice walks, good food. The other guests were interesting. The second night, around 11pm, my neighbors had a house – and I think she might have stabbed him. He knocked on the door and said, “Let me in Ange, I’m bleeding really bad.” “Go away!” Ange shouted. Being English, I respected their privacy and turned on the TV. From what I heard later, they made it without any help from me. The dog was missing, I came home early and asked the sitter if I could take him back. So we reunited, caught up on world events, including the premiere of Laura Kuenssberg’s talk show, which was vastly improved by booking Joe Lycett, a comedian smart enough to be on a news panel yet recognize how stupid he is. to put a comedian on a news panel. Sent the whole thing. Asked frankly what he thought of an interview with Rishi Sunak, he replied: “Well, he’s not going to be prime minister, so you might as well have interviewed Peter Andre.” Harsh but true? Stay tuned! Today, we will find out.
