He is shallow, a womanising,
No sooner had Theresa May floated off the stage in a sea of self-pitying tears than a chilling reality dawned. The next person to stand in Downing Street addressing Britain as its leader will probably be Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson.
What a depressingly comical snapshot of where we have ended up politically: The most deluded and incompetent Prime Minister of modern times handing over to the laziest and most duplicitous Foreign Secretary in living memory. From Forrest Gump to Liar Liar. But outside of the blue-rinse, right-wing groupies who get all hot and bothered over his vaudeville comedy act, few Britons will be laughing if Johnson gets the top job. For a start, there won’t be enough removal vans in London to carry all of his baggage into No10.
Don’t take it from a leftie like me. Take it from Tory grandee Michael Heseltine, who recently described the serially disloyal chancer as “a man who waits to see which way the crowd is running, then dashes in front and says ‘follow me’”.
Or another respected Tory veteran Matthew Parris, who, a few years back, defined why the former Bullingdon Club bully is not to be trusted: “It’s the casual dishonesty, the cruelty, the betrayal and, beneath the betrayal, the emptiness of real ambition; the ambition to do anything useful with office once it is attained.”
Johnson is a pathological liar. You can go back 15 years to Tory leader Michael Howard sacking him as Shadow Arts Minister for fibbing about one of his many extramarital affairs.
Or you can go back to the last century, when he was sacked from The Times for making up a quotation, and invented half-truths about the EU as The Daily Telegraph’s Brussels correspondent to, in his words, “create a new reality”.
Staying with that theme, the major requirement of the next PM is to succeed where May failed – with European negotiators. Johnson’s chances are close to nil.
Prior to announcing where he stood on Brexit, he had two newspaper columns written, one against it, the other for it, and only sided with Leave after calculating it was best for his leadership credentials.
He lied about repatriating £350milllion a week from Brussels to the NHS, accused EU leaders of wanting a Hitler-style European superstate and bragged about Brussels having to “go whistle” for any divorce bill payment because
ADMIRER he was “pro having cake and pro eating it”. From brushing off fears of the impact of no-deal with the words “f*** business” to saying he knew more about the effect of Brexit on car sales than the head of Jaguar Land Rover and comparing the Irish border issue with London’s congestion zone, this buffoon is dangerously out of his depth.
So what are his credentials for the highest of political offices? He claims to have been a great success as London mayor, but his one achievement, so-called Boris Bikes, were Ken Livingstone’s idea.
His plan for a Garden Bridge was dropped before it started, costing rate-payers more than £50million.
And after the Grenfell Tower blaze, footage surfaced of him as mayor telling a politician who challenged the wisdom of his fire service cuts to “get stuffed”.
His two years as Foreign Secretary were an embarrassing shambles. His maiden speech urged people to march on Russia’s London Embassy in protest at Syrian air strikes. Moscow called him a clown.
He made a joke about “dead bodies” in Libya, insulted people in Myanmar by reciting an “inappropriate” colonialist poem, and wrongly called imprisoned BritishIranian mother Nazanin ZaghariRatcliffe a journalist, leading to her jail sentence being prolonged. As