Boris Johnson saved by the bell

I have the impression that Boris Johnson he is about to end up like the famous Baron Munchausen, the man who tried to get out of the well he had fallen into by pulling his own hair. He has miraculously emerged alive from the recent no-confidence motion by his own co-religionists, but I would say that, if not sunk, he has been left shaken: the feeling that the UK is run by a bogeyman seems to be spreading inside and outside of the borders of the country. Of course, although 40% of the tories have expressed their desire to lose sight of him as soon as possible, Boris has come up and he has made some bombastic statements in which he has come to say –although with other words, obviously– what a mule is madethat they don’t stop him even with an artillery barrage and that from now on his compatriots are going to find out who he is and how he spends them (as if they didn’t already know too well, the poor).

Admittedly, the man has admirable stamina, and not just for drink. After fitting the slap of about half of his comrades, Boris has come to the top, as if he needed to prove once again that nobody beats him in the practice of impudence. There are serious doubts about his way of dealing with the economy after Brexit, that he was blown away until he followed the advice of his friend and current nemesis Dominic Cummings and he put himself at the forefront of the proposal to catch chub, which he finally achieved (especially since the main defender of the hatred of Europe was Nigel Faragea level five jerk whose main personality trait is that there isn’t a picture of him where he isn’t holding a pint of beer at a pub counter alongside some hooded thugs. Andy Capp).

The suspicion spreads that the position is great for him and that, if allowed, he could leave England in a deplorable state (a strong idea that seems to be the only one that the Labor leader stores in the brain Keir Starmer). There are even those who doubt that he is right in the head. But there he continues, improvising daily with the consequences of Brexit, which have not yet manifested themselves in all their splendor, clinging to the seat as if it were the bar of his favorite pub and trying to make everyone forget about the revelry he had. in the midst of a pandemic, while the general population was locked up in their homes and forced to do without their social life.

Is the domain of impudence enough to eternalize power? I think not, but it helps. Above all, when no one is seen in the party capable of bringing together all those who can no longer beat Boris and in the opposition there is a man who, although he represents a certain improvement over his predecessor, that character from the Ken Loach who attended by Jeremy Corbyn, it cannot be said that he is a providential leader loaded with great ideas and brilliant solutions for the increasingly isolated island on which he lives.

I have a feeling we still have some time left watching Johnson pull his own hair out of the hole he’s thrown himself into. Of course, as soon as the Jubilee hangover passes, he will again receive more sticks than a mat. And I see it.

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