The dead cat gambit.
A tactic often used by politicians facing unanswerable questions or embarrassing situations.
They chuck a metaphorical dead cat onto the table and, hey presto, everyone's focussing on the ex feline rather than their woes.
Well that's what Johnson's done with his election posturing.
'Come on Corbyn, man up!'.
'Guts and determination'.
'Zombie parliament'.
Yeah, all great sound-bites but simply designed to distract from reality.
Which is a P(erpetually) M(endacious) who's entire 'Under no circumstances will I apply for an extension/dead in a ditch/do or die' rhetoric has been reduced to a pathetically puerile letter admitting the Halloween Brexit he promised nearly as often as May promised hers' really is a dead line.
Infact for all his playground 'Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough' posturing he's now relying for some sort of help from the EU, Labour MP's, DUP or a House of Commons he's regularly insulted.
Largely as a result of the 'Five Year Parliament Act' introduced by a Cameron/Clegg partnership to secure their own skins.
So much for 'taking back control'.
And speaking of the House Johnson finally won a vote last night, his Queens Speech being passed. But hold on a minute - didn't he tell Lizzy Windsor he had to prorogue Parliament to secure exactly that? The only way he could introduce a programme of policies? He had absolutely no choice but to do so? Yet all we've since heard is the bloke who's spent a lifetime opposing working people taking strike action advocating his government do exactly that. Really? So what happened to the Miners 'holding the country to ransom'? Rail workers 'holding the country to ransom'? Dockers, bus drivers, pilots, junior doctors or teachers 'holding the country to ransom'?
What happened to all the things a Queens Speech was supposed to solve.
Not only has his conversation with the head of state been exposed as just another lie he's plumbed even deeper depths of petulant hypocrisy.
Boris Johnson has often been accused of having the morals of an alley cat in his personal life. He, his advisors and their allies in the media still portray him as the political 'top cat'. However as he's increasingly forced into a corner by his political opponents - including members of his own party - how long before his time in Number Ten becomes the real dead cat...
This post has been edited by The Earl of Chesterfield: 25 October 2019 - 07:20 PM