What do you do...
Oct. 23rd, 2019 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What do you do when you find the great political genius of the age is on the opposing team?
Let’s be candid; Boris is the most talented political leader we have seen since Tony Blair. He has more imagination, energy, and political ability than any two or three members of his party and almost anyone on the opposition benches not marginalised by representing a minor, often nationalist/separatist, party. And he’s lost every damn vote and he’s still giving the impression of being in charge of events. Tenacity doesn’t come into it.
And the bastard is on the wrong side. The Tories really fucked this. Timing is everything in politics, and instead of having Boris leading us through a lesser austerity, we had Cameron and Osborne and a referendum.
Of course I will do my best to ensure Boris doesn’t win, but in doing so I will be contributing to his rather mediocre opponents. But they are in the right of it, as far as I can see, and for all Boris’s obvious political brilliance, he is still wrong.
He will walk the election with a majority close to a hundred. I’m putting a tenner on it. He is a different league of talent and ability to the folk opposing him, and it shows. Well, at age twelve he was one of the 30 cleverest young men in the country, measured by the extremely select benchmark of having his fees paid at Eton, Winchester, or Westminster via open scholarship.
It is all so depressing. I’ve been putting off getting an Irish passport until I knew which way it was all going. It may be, that even though I am more Irish by blood, my culture and education are very English; and I am wrestling with my identity, and trying to reconcile my Englishness with the Englishness of the Brexiters.
One part Ariel and two parts Caliban, the English slouch towards their collective Bethlehem.
Let’s be candid; Boris is the most talented political leader we have seen since Tony Blair. He has more imagination, energy, and political ability than any two or three members of his party and almost anyone on the opposition benches not marginalised by representing a minor, often nationalist/separatist, party. And he’s lost every damn vote and he’s still giving the impression of being in charge of events. Tenacity doesn’t come into it.
And the bastard is on the wrong side. The Tories really fucked this. Timing is everything in politics, and instead of having Boris leading us through a lesser austerity, we had Cameron and Osborne and a referendum.
Of course I will do my best to ensure Boris doesn’t win, but in doing so I will be contributing to his rather mediocre opponents. But they are in the right of it, as far as I can see, and for all Boris’s obvious political brilliance, he is still wrong.
He will walk the election with a majority close to a hundred. I’m putting a tenner on it. He is a different league of talent and ability to the folk opposing him, and it shows. Well, at age twelve he was one of the 30 cleverest young men in the country, measured by the extremely select benchmark of having his fees paid at Eton, Winchester, or Westminster via open scholarship.
It is all so depressing. I’ve been putting off getting an Irish passport until I knew which way it was all going. It may be, that even though I am more Irish by blood, my culture and education are very English; and I am wrestling with my identity, and trying to reconcile my Englishness with the Englishness of the Brexiters.
One part Ariel and two parts Caliban, the English slouch towards their collective Bethlehem.