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Friday, 21 June 2019
Tory toffs
This Tory party election is a farce isn’t it? It strikes me that we haven’t had a legitimately elected Prime Minister for goodness knows how long. The fact that Boris Johnson seems to be by far the front runner, is nothing but a joke, and the idea that he’ll become prime minister whilst Trump reins supreme in America is the biggest joke of all.
I was looking at the shortlist for the next prime minister a few days ago. Fortunately, the two women on the long list, who were the massive homophobes, didn’t make it that far, but it strikes me that one of the most frightening things about those who are being taken seriously is the lack of thoughts on anything but Brexit any of them seem to be displaying. And then, even when it comes to Brexit, quite how flimflam these policies are. Frankly, Johnson might as well have said “I just want to give Johnny Foreigner a good kicking.”
Most noticeable of all, however, is how astoundingly middle class and toffy the short list was. We need only look towards the candidates’ middle names for this particular point to be very clearly made.
Quite how we think that someone whose name is “Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson” is going to understand what it’s like to be a single parent mother on benefits, I’m not sure. Jeremy Hunt’s middle name is Streynsham. And then there’s Roderick James Nugent “Rory” Stewart. It comes to something when Michael Gove, whom I consider to be one of the most out-of-touch politicians in the country, gets the vote for the person with the most ordinary name!
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