He’s going, but now we’ll reap what he sowed
IT’S finished! He’s going! The Boris Johnson nightmare is over.
Filming of The Fall Of The House Of Johnson isn’t complete, so we don’t know how the movie finally ends.
But we do know that a disaster documentary waits to be made about the wasteland Britain that he leaves behind.
The man who lied his way into Number 10 bequeaths a country without a proper government, an economy sliding into recession, a disintegrating Brexit, soaring double-digit inflation, justifiable strike fever in the public sector, a cost-of-living crisis and an NHS in the critical ward.
Mini-Trump Johnson gifts to his luckless successor a divided Tory Party unfit to rule, staring electoral oblivion in the face. The unpopular populist has squandered a huge parliamentary majority in a selfish, futile bid to hang on to power.
His downfall is a personal tragedy, like something out of the classical Greek theatre he purports to admire, brought about by his own hubris. Still living The Last Days Of Boris psychodrama in his Downing Street bunker as caretaker premier for months to come, Johnson is irrelevant, but his baleful legacy is everywhere.
The politician who promised a land of milk and honey once we left the EU has given us a country where tubs of butter are so expensive that supermarket bosses have security tagged them.
He promised to fix energy strategy, but we are left with stratospheric gas and electricity price rises that threaten a winter of freezing homes. He has committed the UK to an undeclared war with Russia, training the Ukrainian army, delivering billions of pounds worth of guns and bombs to Kyiv and promising more troops for NATO’s far-flung eastern border.
Long after the Great Liar has gone, we will be living with the consequences of his chaotic, self-indulgent misrule.
We voters must never make the same mistake again.
‘‘ He promised us milk and honey but we got security tagged butter