I’m afraid to say it’s time for Boris to go, go, go, says Mark Dolan
Two years ago, Boris Johnson said we've got to send the Covid virus packing
Two years ago, Boris Johnson said we've got to send the Covid virus packing. A classic zinger of a line from this gifted wordsmith, but one which reflected what would prove to be a doomed strategy – controlling a highly transmissible respiratory virus.
It involved smashing the economy to the tune of half a trillion quid, smashing the NHS by creating a waiting list that some fear will reach 12 million, and smashing young people with school closures and a future ocean of debt.
I have credited Boris Johnson for freedom day on the 19th of July, which Keir Starmer called reckless.
But he can't really claim to be captain freedom when it was the holy triumvirate of Lord Frost, Rishi Sunak and Jacob Rees-Mogg who convinced him not to cancel Christmas last year.
He was about to once again cave into the sage scientists. That's why in January of this year, with that story was exposed by the Mail on Sunday I called for him to go.
However, since then I have wanted Boris Johnson to prove me wrong. After all, history has taught us you underestimate this guy at your peril.
The man who won the mayoralty twice in Labour dominated London, who defied the laws of political gravity by winning the votes of lifelong Socialists in the red wall, and mercifully he got Brexit done.
Plus, news that he is seeking to tear up the Northern Ireland protocol, which disgracefully divides our country down the middle is encouraging.
The problem with Boris Johnson is that whilst he is an election winning machine, he struggles with that bit in between, you know, the running the country bit.
The virus was an unknown quantity in March 2020, I'll give you that, but this self-proclaimed libertarian should have pushed back on the doomsday advice from SAGE and those wretched modellers, who consistently predicted Armageddon.
The Covid measures would've been worse under Labour, absolutely. But I'm afraid old Bojo was at the helm, guiding Britain through this disastrous experiment of lockdown.
He has played a blinder in Ukraine, offering Zelensky moral support, armaments and money. Mark my words, it will be a lot more expensive for Britain and the world if Putin prevails.
But there's a simple reason why Boris Johnson has cooked his goose. It's been the elephant in the room since day one.
The question mark about his fitness to govern. This fiscally and sexually incontinent chancer has spent his whole life getting away with murder.
And avoiding being found out. This serial philanderer with more children than the
population of a small African country, Boris Johnson's character, or lack thereof is what has proved to be his personal downfall, and I believe will ultimately be his professional downfall.
He's a gifted guy, hilarious and has a colossal intellect which is underrated and a peerless political instinct. But we have to be honest, charismatic and charming though he is, he has the ethics of a bullfrog.
Hopping for one self-inflicted scandal to another. I know he only spent 11 seconds in the company of a birthday cake and I've got no doubt he worked very hard during the pandemic, but he presided over a number 10 administration in which people were literally carting crate loads of beer and wine into number 10.
Number 10, don't forget one of the great revered public buildings on Earth. But behind closed doors, there was drunkenness, debauchery and vomiting.
Meanwhile the health secretary Matt Hancock, the co-author of our hellish lockdown strategy was in the health department playing tonsil tennis with a posh bird he went to university with.
Did Boris Johnson fire him when the footage was revealed? Of course not . Did he fire Dominic Cummings over the ridiculous Barnard Castle soap opera? No he didn't.
And in fact he brought further shame and ignominy on that iconic address of Downing Street, from which Winston Churchill directed the war effort, by allowing that prize numpty Cummings to host a bizarre press conference in the rose garden.
Former great residents of number 10, Churchill, Atlee, Thatcher we doubtless collectively spitting in their graves.
The problem for this philandering PM is that Britain has become the other woman. Wanting to believe the promises. He says he'll change.
We've got a big future together. But it never happens. He never leaves his metaphorical wife. He just keeps on shagging us.
The latest scandal and there is doubtless more to come is that its alleged the prime minister was well aware that the deputy chief whip, the unfortunately named Chris Pincher, had previous in terms of inappropriate sexual behaviour.
It's pretty clear the prime minister knew full well this guy was friskier with his hands than Hugh Hefner, Harvey Weinstein and Mr Tickle put together.
Now I would instinctively stick with Boris Johnson as I would with any prime minister, of any political colour, who has a colossal mandate, in his case an 80 seat majority.
But with question marks about who paid for his posh wallpaper, how much money donors were offering him to build tree houses in Chequers and with fellow MPs, to whom he is answerable, sat there in a House of Commons watching porn, the link between this prime minister and a culture of and sleaze, is one which will stick.
That's why he's got a problem. There are scores of Tory voters who have said they will never vote Conservative whilst he is in charge. And he seems to have torched his relationship with the Red wall voters, who were generous enough to lend him their vote last time round.
Just two weeks ago after a much heralded planned visit up north, he stood them up, in favour of a photo op with with the aforementioned Zelensky.
And then there's the economy. As we emerge from the biggest economic shock since the Second World War - I would argue self-inflicted – the cost of living is the cost of lockdown - can we really trust a man with the economy who can't even manage his own finances and has to borrow money to decorate his flat.
The papers are reporting today that a Commons committee is investigating the prime minister's pledge to deliver hospitals by 2030. They are worried it is not affordable.
Does Boris care? Well I'm not so sure.
He didn't seem too worried when we spent £34 billion on a failed test and trace system. He seems to have unlimited money for his pals in Ukraine and it's not clear that he will have the guts as Thatcher certainly would, to stand to face down the unions over their unreasonable and deeply immoral wage demands.
It's my view that the millions who supported the blonde bombshell, don't rate him any more, don't trust him any more and don't love him any more. It's the end of the affair. Why does this matter? Why am I calling for his swift dispatch?
Because I believe if he stays, our next prime minister will be Sir Keir Starmer, presiding over a hard left, Britain hating coalition, kept afloat by votes from the SNP, hellbent on destroying the union, the Lib Dems, hellbent on proportional representation, which means hung parliaments forever and it could just be that 20 or 30 Corbynite MPs in his own party could hold the balance of power.
Credit to Starmer for excavating most of the hard left from his party, but the few that remain, could still change the face of this country.
Keep Johnson, get Starmer. That's what we're looking at. Britain is going to need 5 to 10 years of tough love now as we are in a mess, broke and broken.
Just as we were in the late 1970s, once again with inflation spiralling debts and belligerent unions. I know she made huge mistakes, but Margaret Thatcher rescued this country from being the sick and lazy man of Europe, to an economic, political, diplomatic and creative powerhouse by 87.
Some of what she did was wrong, but let's be honest most of it worked.
Which is why so many working-class people and labour voters supported her three times in a row. Boris was given a similar opportunity in 2019, but he has squandered it.
In the end Boris has proved to be no Thatcher and no Churchill. He hasn’t got the vision and ideas of Thatcher, or the deep moral courage and grit of Churchill.
Margaret Thatcher was famous for her three word slogan in relation to closer European integration. Remember what they were? No, no, no. Well now I'm afraid to say, it's time for Boris, to go, go, go.