Simon Lincoln Reader,
The race to replace Boris Johnson will be messy, but the real sadness is that whoever succeeds him will only strengthen Britain’s role in a technocratic “liberal” order nobody wants or voted for.
I’M IN THE SOUTHERN BAJA CALIFORNIA SUR at the moment and a local man on the beach tried to hawk me a bandana that read “Welcome to Mexico: the right side of Trump’s wall”. It is probably correct – but I’d replace the wall bit with “western civilization”.
By the time I get back to London next week, the bloodletting to replace Boris Johnson will be at a level that will make the Gaddafi-financed fall of Thabo Mbeki in Polokwane 2007 look civilized. These people will tear each other to shreds; they’ll use their lobbyists and fixers to initiate smear campaigns against each other – there’ll be piercing shrieks of affairs, cocaine, racism and homophobia – all bought to you by epic wankers like GB News’ Tom Harwood, one of the most odious media personalities in a land suffering no shortage of them.
Trust Boris to be sacked for the comparatively innocuous charge of a nonce noncing a young fellow in the broom closet of a prestigious member’s club (I have now scrapped my application to join). Not for panicking a country into a lockdown resulting in generation-destroying collateral damage; not for breaking stupid rules he himself was instrumental in composing; not for his hopeless leadership especially as it related to buddying up to the globalist, unelected illiberal order; not for accomplishing precisely nothing on a manifest he won a startling majority for in December 2019; not for his failure – with executive order-style power – to protect institutions disemboweled by race hustlers and climate terrorists and men who think they are women. No, instead he supported a compulsive nonce, and despite noncing being Britain’s unofficial national sport, he got the boot.
There is no joy in seeing the back of a sesquipedalian scam artist because the cast assembling to replace him is like staring into a great pit of squishy ineptitude. Not one of the emerging candidates is remotely conservative; not one of them appears to be aware that we know this. With exceptions you could count on one hand, today’s UK Conservative party is John O’Sullivan’s first rule of politics in motion: unable to control leftist impulses, unable to resist the temptation of appealing to Gen Z – unable to acknowledge just how much contempt they have managed to earn themselves from ordinary citizens.
The agony of choice to replace Boris. There’s Penny Mordaunt, the trans “ally” whose promo video opens with a clip of Oscar Pistorius – smart move lady – then there’s a former Deutsche Bank douche with an impossibly round head, then there’s Liz Truss, which is what you’d get if you sent Little Britain’s Vicky Pollard to Swiss finishing school, then Priti Patel, possibly the guiltiest over-promising and under-delivering political candidate ever, then Rishi Sunak, who almost certainly plays fast and loose with the receiver and Jeremy Hunt, a former Health Secretary who last month gushed at the “success” of China’s brutal ‘zero coof’ (LOL) lockdowns. There are also warmongers with Ukrainian flags in their bios, and Grant Shapps, former print shop man – although it’s never been determined whether he changed the color cartridges on the machines or just refilled the water cooler (I don’t dislike Shapps: he wrote a very nice letter to me once, but canceled it by going all unhinged on travel bans during coof and came within an inch of preventing me from returning home to Cape Town).
In 2007 I started noticing the similarities between the ANC and Britain’s Labour – in the words of Gordon Brown, they were “soul mates”. Alan Johnson, one of the most impressive, genuine men I have ever encountered is the only reason I do not detest that party – but leader Keir Starmer is not impressive. Angry, unpleasant, kneeling and, truth be told, a nonce ally, he’s also part of an order seeking to destroy the world in its existing form, and to shape Labour as a frontline enforcer of this. As repulsive – and terrifying – as this move is, at least it’s out there, the quiet part being said out loud. Which brings you to the general election in 2024.
Do you vote for an unsmiling, fish-lipped Keir Starmer with his BLM-loving party who will almost certainly eliminate women’s rights en route to destroying centuries of democratic progress and sacrifice? Or do you vote for a party that knows that Starmer’s way is evil, but is too stupid and vain to do anything about it?