"Boris Johnson isn't the problem - it's the people who still say they love him"

They say you get the politicians you deserve.

Well, Britain, I hope you're proud of yourselves.

Whether you are celebrating the downfall of a charlatan or praying that he will fight his way into the public eye, that Boris Johnson has become Prime Minister, that he has destroyed the faith in all the institutions in which he set foot, that he's making millions for talking bullshit about the things he broke, it's up to you.

Specifically, it's about all those people who said, and still say, "Oh, he's just more FUN." It is up to us, journalists, to have allowed him to immerse himself in our column. It's about politicians who are so lacking in spit or confidence that they rowed behind someone who had plenty of it. It's you, it's me, it's all of us: we did it.

"Bugger, that's the only excuse I haven't thought of" (

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But the fact that we can read or write these words automatically puts us in front of him. We have doubts about ourselves, an awareness of ourselves, an awareness that asks us, possibly, if we have contributed to the broken dishes that presently creak under the feet of the nation. And yes, we did: we didn't just let the bull into the china shop. We gave him studded boots and told him to go.

Because what Boris did is exactly what he said, and we knew he would do it. He shook the establishment. He got us out of Europe. He relied on Churchillian rhetoric without worrying about gaining Churchillian skills.

As a young journalist, he was fired for making up quotes. As a correspondent in Brussels, he repeatedly lied about the European Union. Under his editorship at the Spectator, it became known as Sextator. He had to apologize to Liverpool. He was forced to resign from the Conservative front bench after lying about his mistress' multiple abortions. He denied the existence of a love child, only for his ex-lover to subsequently lose a court battle to confirm the fact.

He was a shocking journalist, a poor husband, a horribly gaffe-prone politician. He lied in writing, in speech, in people's faces, and he tried to evade, avoid, dodge and deny the consequences of every action he ever took.

He was, in short, a perfect advertisement of all the qualities he once claimed he could see in the children of single mothers: parents who shunned their responsibilities and a child who never matured beyond the desire to suckle the public pacifier.< /p>