Had Enough?

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What, Me Worry...?


I said yesterday that I wasn't going to post anything Boris-themed for a while, but an exclusive  published by the Daily Mirror online last night and updated first thing this morning let the brakes off that one. Looks like he's had enough of trying and failing to be a statesman and aims to resign in six months time. But not before he's 'sorted' Brexit. I tend to read this as code for 'I don't want my carefully crafted plan to get shafted by my successor, before I get my hands on the cash.'

I wrote on July 26th. how the vultures were circling over an impending no-deal Brexit and yesterday that those same vultures had even started to pick at the carcass of our economy in advance. It seems that Boris is simply unable to live on his £150,402 salary, as I wrote in September (Get a Grip, man). If he wants his latest offspring to follow in his footsteps and attend Eton College, he will have to stump up £212,500 over the five years his son will be there. Alternatively, he could save the money and send the boy to the local state school, but somehow I don't see that happening.

By the way, referring back to another previous post's figures, those school fees represent approximately nine and a quarter times the starting salary of  newly qualified Junior Doctors; some of whom I take it helped get Boris through his bout of Covid-19. His lack of empathy and perspective are truly staggering and judging by the just-published biography of the man, he is very much a chip off the old block; sociopathic and mendacious in equal measure, Stanley is reported to have offered his young son the sage life lesson that 'Nothing matters very much and most things don't matter at all.'... Except presumably, money.

I suppose one thing Bozza can get back to after stepping down is his weekly column, which used to work out at about £5/word; not bad for bashing out racist tosh, eh? Thence to the after-dinner circuit, where there's serious money to be made and where, after all, a certain T. Blair has made his many millions since leaving parliament.  One thing's for sure, it has to be be easy for the Tories to find a more capable replacement for Boris...oops,I forgot; they gave Johnson the job in the first place, didn't they? I wouldn't want to see any of them as PM, anyway. I've certainly had enough!
 

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