absolutely brilliant
#holy shit #I’m SO. FUCKING. GLAD I unmuted #this is sheer poetry #this is High Literature #it’s beautiful #LISTEN!!!!!
There is just something about the way this is delivered
superb I can imagine teachers 2000 years hence teaching this speech like teachers now assign Cicero and Shakespeare
Video Transcript:
He’s fucked off then? He resigned. Okay, so he’s resigned but he hasn’t fucked off? Okay. Fucking, I mean what do we have to do? Wait for another few months whilst he takes the wallpaper down? Just– I’m loving this: what an exit.
The prime minister forgot that his whip was a sexual predator. No answer to that one. No answer. No humility. No meaningful apology. For days, just more Dickensian twaddle, and a little reshuffle. Not so much reshuffling deck chairs on the Titanic, more: reshuffling cat shit on a litter tray.
And the manner of his departure should tell you everything you need to know. No dignity: just desperation, and delusion, and a despotic disposal to cling to power, no matter the harm to our country. A Tory party facing the inevitable truth that they have been complicit in enabling one of the most dangerously incompetent and untrustworthy, selfish individual ever to have occupied Number Ten for as long as they have.
And what’s beautiful is that it was the lying that got him in the end. He leaves in disgrace, as well he should, having exposed himself once and for all for what we always knew him to be: not a statesman, but a sad, little liar; a Shakespearean tragedy written by monkeys on typewriters; a prime minister who is as adept at lying at the dispatch box as he is to his string of mistresses. Every marriage Boris has had has ended when he fucked someone else and got them pregnant.
That’s who he is: lies on top of lies on top of lies. He lies and gets people to lies on his behalf, and then lies about the lying. And when he runs out of lies, he can always rely on the incompetence card: I forgot, I can’t remember, I don’t understand what the word ‘party’ means, my willy just ended up inside my secretary, oh I forgot that he’s a renowned sex pest. Essentially, a man who would rather pretend to be stupid than admit his mistakes; which, of course, makes him a coward.
A desperate, talentless flag-shagger who is so blatant in his dishonesty that when accused of lying to parliament, he simply tries to change the rules to make it’s okay to lie to parliament.
Who, when his own ethics advisors resign in disgust at his complete lack of ethics, scraps the role of ethics advisor altogether which proves his complete lack of ethics.
But!
The devastating cries from the Tory party of, ‘enough is enough’ and ‘one step too far’ are coming from the same people who have sat and watched him take a flamethrower to their party and our constitution for three fucking years: Fuck up after fuck up, lie after lie.
And they thinking what: 'Oh, he’ll get better in a minute’ ? All of them: talking about 'trust’ and 'integrity.’ If you cared so much about trust and integrity, then why the fuck did you put Boris Johnson in Number Ten in the first place!?
All of the reasons they’re getting rid of him now: lack of leadership, lack of morals, lack of integrity, lack of truth. All these traits have been in plain sight for years: His CV reads like a demon’s resume.
These noble ministers all falling on their swords! These are the fuckers that enabled Boris to be in there in the first place, and just look at what he’s achieved.
Trust at politics at a lower ebb than that time Trump told Americans to all drink bleach; a government with a complete absence of ethics, morals, direction, or ideas; a ministerial code in the bin; a oven-ready brexit deal that even Boris admits is unworkable; a covid response that has been found to be criminally negligent; a United Kingdom inches away from complete devolution–an economy in tatters, a recession on the way, a health service barely fit for purpose, a country on the verge of a national strike– A man who took an eighty seat majority and just spaffed it up the wall in the name of hubris and ambition, destroying his party’s reputation and leaving the UK ungovernable. What a legacy. Chaos. He leaves office the most hated man in his party and his country, and even though he’s resigned: He’s still fucking there.
Just fuck off, and we’ll take our chances with the next useless, posh, sliver of bollocks’ skin who gets to shag their mistress in the fifty thousand pound floral wallpapered gin palace and factory of lies that Number Ten has become under Boris Johnson.
*The audio begins to fade, as if this were an excerpt from a longer section of continuous coverage.*
Okay, we’re still waiting to get a clearer picture as to the timeline as to the prime minister’s departure, but it is safe to say that there are…
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