The hounding of Boris Johnson from parliament, mainly by members of his own party was not much of a surprise. Boris was always something of a maverick, occasionally brilliant but more often a dickhead, but one thing he possessed which was always going to make him unacceptable to the cosy cabal of mediocre MPs (of all parties,) and senior Snivel Servants who really run our country though few people know their names, was that the former Prime Minister had a personality.
Such things are simply unacceptable in an age of mediocrity to those who rely on adherence to process and procedure and abhor individualism, creativity andcharisma. And a sizable contingent of that group in Westminster were Conservative parlaimentarians. Even though Boris had led their perty to a resounding election victory in the 2019 General Election too many people in the conservative party could not forgive Boris for supporting the 'Leave' campaign, some even accused him of leading the successful Brexit campaign, though the de facto leaders was another maverick, Nigel Farage.
Unfortunately Farage was out of reach those who could never bring themselves to accept Brexit: Conservative as well as Opposition MPs, broadcasters, columnists and, not least, many senior civil servants. Against this motley crew of grandees, Boris for a while had his mandate. Many Tories knew that people who would never vote “for the Conservatives” had been happy to vote “for Boris”.
But, when the pandemic hit, the mood changed. A frightened country was in no mood for jokes, and the qualities that had attracted people to Johnson in the first place – his cheerfulness, his ability to laugh at himself, his optimism – began to grate. Boris was suddenly stranded as a Falstaff in a nation populated by puritans.
As the lockdown dragged on, fear gave way to resentment. Even those who had demanded the toughest restrictions began to chafe at their consequences and looked for someone to blame. It was Johnson’s supreme misfortune to come shambling into their line of sight at this precise moment, accused of breaking the rules that he had imposed on everyone else. The PM, it seemed, had been partying while his rules had forced families apart and kept people from dying loved ones.
This was unfair because while Boris and co. had been eating cake in the Downing Street garden, Labour leader Kier SStarmer had been enjoying beer and curry out of the public eye in the north.
Such was the mood that reasoned discussion became impossible. No one wanted to hear that an office break with colleagues was not, in any normal sense of the word, a party. No one wanted to be reminded that other key workers had posted cheerful dance videos on Tik Tok. No one wanted to be told that JohnsoThe people did not want reason and logicn, too, had gone unvisited in hospital, and that he had been prevented from seeing his own mother, who died not long afterwards – that he had, in fact, obeyed the same rules as the rest of us.
And while millions were happy to believe that everything would be wonderful again once the wicked Tories were out and Labour were back in power.
Nobody wanted to be reminded that by way of opposing Boris and his government, Labour had not only supported lockdowns, mask mandates, vaccine propaganda, ridiculous regulations and draconian punishments for people who breached the new rules but had demanded even stronger measures on all of them. The mob wanted a sin-eater, a scapegoat. And Boris possessing the only personality in the entire tribe had nowhere to hide.
So while the nation grappled with a war, an energy crisis, cost - of - living crisis, immigration crisis, housing crisis, energy crisis, and a crisis of confidence, we sacked the one man who showed any sign that he might be able to pull our increasingly divided nation together, because of a birthday cake?