THOSE WHOM THE GODS WISH TO DESTROY …

… THEY FIRST MAKE MAD (AS IN BONKERS)

The inevitable came to pass. Bozo de Phaffer is PM. The gods must be very pleased with their work. They did an excellent job with the Americans (aided by their stupid constitutional election method ) in getting trump elected. But, not satisfied, they now turned their attention to Britain – or more accurately to England – and got bozo into Downing Street. An equally absurd method of “electing” a PM. They’re celebrating while we, the depressed but sane, wonder what is coming at us.

Alexander Boris de Faffer Johnson: I heard him described as a “great communicator”. What is going to matter, now, is what he communicates. Substance is going to matter a lot more than style.

THE BIGGER THE LIE, THE BETTER THE CHANCES. AND WHEN I LIE, I LIE BIG. I’M MOVING INTO #10. QED!

Supposedly, we have a sovereign Parliament. Which means that aside from the fact that Parliament as an institution is sovereign, no current Parliament at any given time can bind its successor. And it means that Parliament can change its mind. It does not have to wait for the result of any kind of plebiscite or referendum, just as, being sovereign, it did not have to treat the 2016 ref as carved in stone. But the question remains: why did it go with a needless referendum and why would it be so difficult for it to change its mind now?

BEST CLUB IN THE WORLD?

Because the HOC is made up of individual members, each one elected by a constituency. And because the HOC is the best club in the world, carrying with it not only the status but all the perks that go with it – and if you, as an MP, happen to be a professional politician, then being either de-selected, or losing the election when it comes, is catastrophic. What do you do if all you know is politics, and you have climbed the pole as far as you can? The only way is down, and all the way down, at that. Perhaps you might, if you have served time long enough, be sent to the Lords in a totally undeserved ennoblement. Perhaps you could wheedle your way to a directorship or two. Or into some sinecure job which satisfies you not a bit.

And then, perhaps, you wait for the next General Election and hope that as an ex-MP, you are selected, a million miles away from your last constituency, for a safe party seat about which you know nothing. Unless, of course, you are Michael Portillo, who took to TV as to the manor born, and would not go back to the HOC for all the train tickets in the world. I hope.

THE TRAINMAN COMETH

So you do whatever it takes to cling on to the seat you have. Principles – out the window. Where’s the party leader’s backside so you know where to lick? And you’ll do anything, everything, to keep your party as appealing as possible to the voters in your constituency who voted you into Parliament last time. After all, they did not actually vote for you. Your name was on the ballot paper, but the votes went to the party, not to you. Or, even more undemocratically and more disgracefully, they went to the leader of the party.

LET’S HAVE A PARTY!

What does this bode for a general election, obviously very much in the offing, as bozo’s advisers, no more savvy than those who advised May to hold an election in 2017, tell him to go for it? Elections are what political advisers are paid to call for and organise. So, despite the contempt in which bozo is held by so many people, he’ll call that election and tell himself that the way he defeated Hunt and the others for the leadership will, applied again, be enough to bring all the disaffected Con voters back to the party. And he’ll make O Jeremy C look like Stalin. And he’ll dump farage, to whom he actually owes his job, describing him and his Exit Party as a busted flush.

Will that be enough? Maybe not. With luck, there will another hung Parliament. But don’t over-estimate the intelligence of the voter in the street. They love a show, and love a showman. Think trump and be scared. Very scared. Provided that bozo can put on a performance – devoid of thought but full of sound and fury – they’ll vote for him. Many, many voters, I am sorry to say, are just exactly that stupid.

THE AVERAGE VOTER?

So don’t write off bozo and his team too soon. He may fall over both feet in his mouth and make such a cock of everything that even the most deeply-died-blue Tories will baulk at voting for him. Let’s see.