People Rather Like Boris, Actually

Despite securing a landslide victory, there is really very little affection for Boris Johnson… or so some would have you believe.

Already the hashtag #notmygovernment has begun trending on Twitter. Paul Mason, George Monbiot, and other ‘hugely popular’ figures of the ‘left’ have stepped up to the plate to #resist.

Owen Jones, a massive figure in British politics, continues his campaign to reclaim, and normalise, the word ‘bumboy’.

It is really rather funny.

Sales of blue face paint will soar, and the toytown revolutionary Queen Canute, Gina Miller, has announced plans to wreck Brexit: because obviously people didn’t know what they were voting for.

Indeed they were brainwashed by the ‘right wing’ media.

It is really rather funny, if it weren’t so predictable.

I wrote before the election that I as doubtful the ‘red wall’ would be breached. Therefore, as I watched the election results come in, and saw the swing against Labour I was pleasantly surprised.

Obviously Labour have the violent racism problem of their supporters. But it was more than that.

One of the best pieces of political advertising for a while, was the get Brexit Done Actually ad. It was warm, it was funny, it didn’t bash you over the head. It showed the aspects of Boris Johnson that people have known and liked for the thirty years, or so, he has been in the public eye.

Instead of ignoring it, something the racist idiots of the Labour party find incapable of doing with any subject, they started trying to be funny. And, in doing so, they annoyed people.

Annoying people was a specialty of the Labour party during the election campaign.

When the election was called, if you went to the Twitter handle #Bolsover, you would find an interesting mix of posts about the local school, or the new Morrisons, as well as getting a sense of local politics. By the end of the campaign there was a wall of Labour supporters, from all over the world, blathering on about coal mines, the working class, and Dennis Skinner.

Apparently oblivious to the reality of the local politics, that they would have seen, had there not been a wall of Labour supporters, from all over the world, blathering on about coal mines, the working class, and Dennis Skinner.

In the wake of the defeat, many fingers are being pointed at Momentum.

Momentum are an issue, since they are infected with the deafness of youth and the zeal of a reformed smoker. But they are no dimmer than the commentariat at the endlessly begging Guardian, or the boring Independent.

But consider how annoying it would be to live in a seat targeted by Momentum. There are anecdotes emerging of night after night, groups of three and four activists, knocking three and four times a night to canvas opinion.

It is not perhaps on the same scale as the thirty and forty leaflets some received from the Lib Dems, but it is annoying.

Not that the pushing of trees through letter boxes did the Lib Dems much good. In the Portillo moment of the night, Jo Swinson lost her seat.

And to prove just how crass Jo Swinson is, she said this.