I used to blog a bit. Always enjoyed it.
The world moved on and offered us Twitter – succinct if obfuscating. I thought that I could also move on with little pain and a wee bit gain. Concise-wise.
Aye weel. We definitely live in interesting times and I feel the need to pour words ‘unto the breach’ instead of just into 240 characters.
I am a Tory. More specifically, I am a Scottish Tory – happy to be both British and Scots and not convinced that I should be ashamed of being either.
I voted Remain, because I believed that the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland was generally a ‘good thing’ and was not, in my opinion, under any serious threat of being subsumed into an alleged EUSSR.
I accept that my side lost the 2016 referendum. That’s democracy. And I accept that Brexit should, therefore, be delivered. I also accept that, once it has been delivered, every anti -Brexiteer. including myself, has the right to try to reverse that result, democratically. What we do not have, in my opinion, is any right to pre-empt our leaving.
Moving on. I don’t care about Boris Johnson’s political beliefs, whatever they might actually be. I do care about his obvious lack of any moral compass. I do care about the repeated amoral actions of his private life. I do care about his tendency to lie and to dissemble when challenged about his conduct in so many areas. I do care about the fact that he appears to me to be shallow, ill-prepared and, to be blunt. a total shit.
He is no Churchill. He’s not even an Admiral Byng. He is, in my opinion, a total waste of space.
It follows that, as a member of the Party, I will be going to the Scottish Hustings on July 5th and calling him an utter shit to his face, if they give me the opportunity. I will then be voting for Jeremy Hunt.
Few things really anger me. I honestly do try to see where other people are coming from.
But Boris as PM of my country?
* ‘I was not angry’