At the start of September, Boris Johnson said he’d “rather be dead in a ditch” than agree to a Brexit extension. Which he’s now done.
Yet mysteriously, the last time I checked, he was very much alive.
Any remaining trust or goodwill the public or fellow MPs had towards Johnson has surely evaporated. He is the epitome of sickness at the heart of a corrupt and failing system.
A few weeks ago I wrote a post saying that I quite liked Boris, despite his disregard for the truth. I no longer feel that way. We cannot trust anything he says. He’s a pathological liar who has shown himself unable to stick to his word or uphold basic principles of decency.
It would not surprise me if some nutcase decides to take the law into their own hands and attempts to make Boris’ “dead in a ditch” a reality. Obviously I hope that does not happen, but with the current political climate on both sides of the atlantic, that kind of thing wouldn’t surprise me.
Not only that, but I believe Boris has needlessly put other MPs’ safety at risk with his reckless use of inflammatory language.
I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt before. That was mistake. There was already ample evidence this man is a pathological liar who cannot be trusted. He has no principles. He has no honour. He doesn’t deserve to hold any position of public office. He ought to do the decent thing and resign, but of course he won’t.
Events on both side of the atlantic appear to be reaching boiling point, heading towards some kind of messy, explosive, ugly climax.
Whilst experiencing drug-induced psychosis in August, I felt the two dates of 9th Nov 2019 and 29th Nov 2019 were significant. I felt something very bad was going to happen, possibly a terrorist attack, but also that I might play some role in reducing the severity of the impact.
What will transpire on those dates? Who knows.
Hopefully, absolutely nothing bad will happen.
Perhaps something bad will happen but it will be entirely limited to my own subjective experience, my own inner psychological world. I’d be content with that – I certainly don’t wish for any harm to come to anyone else.
The most likely option is that absolutely nothing of any significance will happen on either date. I was psychotic, after all. And, to the best of our knowledge, no-one can predict the future.
When you experience psychosis, it’s common for everyday experiences to appear to hold unusual significance. Perhaps it’s just the brain’s innate pattern-matching ability going into overdrive and drawing impossible conclusions.
No matter what happens on the 9th and 29th November, I’m now thoroughly fed up with Brexit and with politics in general. The entire system is corrupt. I don’t have faith that it can be reformed from within. My gut feeling is that the entire thing needs tearing down and rebuilding from first principles… ideals like Truth, Courage and Love need to be at the centre of public life, baked into the foundation of our political system.
Will it happen? I doubt it. The most likely scenario is that mankind is going to utterly destroy itself and the planet, probably before 2100 AD. As Stephen Hawking suggested, the human race is too stupid and too ignorant. And we’re doing nothing of significance to tackle either of those problems. Really, it’s a wonder we haven’t wiped ourselves out already.
Have a happy Monday night, won’t you. Close the curtains, shut out the dystopian world outside, turn up some loud music, and attempt to numb your senses to the senselessness unfolding in the world around us.
Good night 🙂