Into the Twilight Zone

“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive..” Boris Johnson’s honeymoon period as the ‘surprise’ Brexit prime minister lasted for roughly three months. It began, with hindsight ominously enough, on Friday 13th December 2019, and lasted until Imperial College released its infamous forecast on 16th March 2020, of 250,000 Britons dying of Covid-19, after which the government abandoned any aspirational policy of herd immunity it might once have had – and decided simply to concentrate on destroying the economy instead. Since March and “the lockdown”, the honeymoon has soured into a bitterly dysfunctional divorce-in-the-making, a ‘game of chicken’-style tug of common sense between the Johnson government and the people, with Boris practically daring the electorate to vote him out of office as he deploys the very latest policies epitomising the acme of pointless, inconsistent, dangerous, counter-productive farce. The pantomime of hygiene that is mask-wearing is only the tip of the iceberg of Big Government (sunk costs fallacy) cretinocracy.

Into the Twilight Zone