So accusations of Labour’s anti-semitism is poo-pooed by the left as ‘just trying to discredit Corbyn’. Even though Corbyn joined Hamas and (figuratively) danced on the graves of murdered Israeli athletes, he is absolutely NOT an anti-semite, its just a conspiracy by the right wing to oust their beloved leader.

But then the anti-anti-semites want accuse the left of trying to discredit their valid claims of anti-semitism by shrouding it in a cloud of anti-right-wingism that supposedly the ‘Zionists’ and ‘Trump supporters’ and probably child molesters and drug dealers, that is there to unseat Corbyn.

And so with Boris. Yet another prime example of circular discrediting. He’s trying to discredit Theresa May because he wants to be leader of the party/country/world. Then he can shag who he damn well pleases, whenever he wants to. So Boris writes (its always written down with Boris, nothing that can ever be denied or removed from context) that May’s Brexit plan is a ‘suicide vest round Britain with Barnier holding the detonator’. Nice analogy.

So Theresa May compiles a dossier to discredit Boris. Even though he does such a fantastic job of it all by himself. And now they’re both shouting about how they’re being discredited with untruths and exaggerations, and so it goes on.

I was a big Boris fan. I liked him. He’d had a proper job, albeit only as a journalist, but at least he was quite a funny one. A clever one. Ok, he wasn’t perfect, because he’s human. And thus is flawed. So he had a few extra-marital affairs, always with upper class bimbettes, mainly because no-one else could ever find him attractive in any way. Only women raised in close proximity to the aristocracy with its unique brand of odd-looking semi-inbreds could find something appealing in Boris Johnson.

Then he became mayor. And I liked that. Because his potential for damage is limited in the mayoral role, and he was still quite funny.

Next, by then an MP he stopped being funny. He not just attached himself to Brexit but saw it as his clear path to the top and thus became the calendar girl for the campaign. And embarked upon the lie-fest and scaremongered his way to some awful victory. Note: he had previously been a fairly keen ‘remainer’. But seeing an opportunity for self-advancement, he changed sides in a moment, the cause, any cause, being far less important than Boris himself.

I don’t like him any more. He doesn’t make me laugh at all. In fact he makes me quite nauseous. And I really don’t care about his dalliances, that’s between him and his (now ex-) wife. But they do show a lot about loyalty and commitment. Which in Boris-world are as fleeting as they need to be to take him to the next level.

Now he can discredit me. That’s the way it works.

Happy Tuesday

A xxxx