The view of Tori’s front bench said it all. Dominic Raab, Alok Sharma, Liz Trus and Sajid Javid could barely bring themselves to even look at Boris Johnson. Their eyes were dead, their faces expressionless. I wish they were everywhere, except in the Municipalities for the Prime Minister’s questions. Teleport me. Realizing that they are mired in their leader’s own nightmare. Partygate would not be leaving soon. He would be with them for months. Slowly pull everyone down with him. The convict’s shame was now their shame.
Johnson wanted to move on. He desperately wanted to talk about the cost of living crisis – even though it was getting worse with his government. At this rate, half of the country will be fed by food banks by the end of the year. This is if one can afford to use a cooker.
Everything, but don’t focus on your own crime. Boris apologized the night before. It was devoid of true remorse, but what of it? It should happen. True repentance would imply a desire for change. And he didn’t feel that way. All the Convict really regretted was being caught. The law was never intended for people like him.
But it would never be so easy for Johnson. There will be more fines for much more serious violations. Tory MPs who had come out to defend him for his birthday party – the kind of gathering the prime minister said was illegal almost every night during his blockchain press conferences – will now be thrown to the ground. the bus while they were asked to explain all the other pees.
Keir Starmer wasn’t in the mood to let Johnson off the hook. He started with a simple question. One to which he knew that the Convict had no answer. Why had he accepted Allegra Stratton’s resignation? If there were never any parties, as he often told MPs, why did she need to leave number 10? Boris muttered incoherently and pulled on the Toddler’s Hairstyle. His face was pasty and looked like a carcass. Surprisingly, no one has offered to go for their own good, no matter the country.
It was a visceral cross-examination. The Labor leader tried to maintain PMQ on a strictly professional basis. Forensic lawyer. But now he is not trying to hide his hatred and contempt for Johnson. Dripping like acid from every sentence. And it’s even more deadly for him. This is not the mess, the ugly dislike that Boris feels for Starmer and anyone else who dares to provoke him. It is aimed with laser precision.
After listing others who had paid for breaking their rules with their work, Starmer returned to Johnson’s behavior the day before. After he aired a TV camera show in the Municipality apologizing for being found guilty of breaking the law, it is still unclear whether he really believes he has broken the law or if he thinks the law applies to him. – he showed his true colors in a private meeting of Tory MPs.
The struggle to behave best for two hours was too great, and the Convict had left himself torn. He was never guilty of anything. The rules were stupid, and he would surely give part of his mind to the one who created them. Worst of all were the BBC and the Archbishop of Canterbury, who were tougher on the government’s immigration policy than Putin’s invasion of Ukraine.
Johnson was outraged. Starmer was nothing but a corbinist in a Islington suit, he exploded. It still didn’t work when I tried the line a second time. No one believes that Starmer is a corbinist, and it is Johnson who owns the house in Islington for 3.75 million pounds. Until he was fired for another affair. Lying and deception are the blood of the convict.
He then did some PR for the Rwanda Tourist Board. The country was, in fact, a large holiday camp, and if his plan went wrong, the refugees would clog Kent’s beaches in desperation to get a free plane ticket to Kigali. But even then, Rwandans would be thrilled to receive so many immigrants. He almost seemed to believe that immigration could benefit a country.
The Convict then turned his attention to the BBC. He had never said that the BBC was biased in its journalism. It was just a story made up by Yu, the Daily Telegraph. Tell that to the prime minister’s spokesman who informed the hackers. Tory MPs, who had just become accustomed to the idea that Beeb were evil leftists who had to be stripped of their license fees, seemed understandably disappointed by this sudden turn, but chose to return with it. It was all a lie, he insisted. He was slandered. Boris’s irony of accusing others of lying did not escape anyone.
Until now, Johnson’s career was out of control and he barely survived the rest of the session, as one opposition MP after another pointed out that he could not be trusted to tell the truth about anything. Even the most vocal Tory backbenchers fell silent when it gradually dawned on them that their champion was now their responsibility. They just wanted everything to stop. But it had only just begun. There was only one end to it. And it wouldn’t be beautiful for The Convict.
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