Call me Ishmael
It is almost impossible to destroy a senior politician’s career in the UK, although many have done it for themselves, the hurdles needed to evict Johnson were numerous, huge, and democratic.
Yet he still stomped off claiming he is the victim of the Blob, an anti Brexit hardcore of Remainer traitors, a kangaroo court, a betrayal and an undemocratic stitch up.
The truth is that in the end even the party he led to a massive victory three years ago was going to evict him to save themselves, so he ran off, crying.
He obviously thinks there is a way back, I doubt there is but that doesn’t mean he is going to stop trying to bring the house down around his ears.
He thinks he is Maximus Decimus Meridius, the betrayed hero, the last best hope for the country, brought low by cowards and traitors. He is more like Captain Ahab, his ship and its crew were mere tools to serve his obsession, that Boris should be world king.
At this rate the Tory party will be lucky if one of them survives the maelstrom on a floating coffin. Having signed up to serve under Boris Johnson they don’t deserve much better.
Economics, trade and Brexit, not necessarily in that order but the dog always comes first.