I’m struggling to write today, though that has been true for most of the week. The vibe hasn’t been there, which often happens when I’m keen to get back to the drawing. Part of today’s indifference might be due to my just sitting down and watching some of Prime Minister’s Questions. It’s not something I’ve lately done very often, so I can’t tell if today was typical or simply disgraceful.
I really hope the day-to-day business of politics is different to this pantomime. Starmer asked Johnson about the problems highlighted by the Russia Report and what the government planned to do to counter Russian disinformation. Johnson waffled on about [cue Elgar] Britain taking security seriously and then said that Starmer just wanted to overturn Brexit, [Elgar fades] which managed to be both predictable and shockingly crass. Starmer tried again. What about Russia Today, he asked. Is it time to reconsider their license to broadcast in the UK? Johnson replied that [cue Elgar] Corbyn had taken money from RT and the Starmer has “more flip flops that Brighton beach” [Elgar fades]. Or was a Bournemouth? It really doesn’t matter. None of it feels like it matters.
Sometimes my idealism gets the better of me. I do still believe in democracy and the power of hard-working people to change things for the better. Yet watching Johnson reminds me that bluster gets you everywhere. There was no attempt to answer the question. No indication that Johnson takes any of this seriously. The more of this carnival barker I see, the more disinclined I am to bother myself with politics and that’s rather sad given that I’m probably the low bar that politics should clear to consider itself legitimate. I’m no Westminster junkie but I like to keep an eye on it regularly just to keep abreast of what’s going on. I like to think I’m an “informed voter”, though one finds himself increasingly less informed…
‘Twas ever thus, I suppose, but there’s something about Johnson that doesn’t chime right. I remember the days when I’d be impressed as a PM stood up, their folder in their hand with all those clever little tags to help them navigate the questions. Johnson doesn’t do any of that. Hardly consults his notes. He just freewheels and could drunkenly vomit over the despatch box and it would all fine because the clever chaps in the video unit would put together a clever ad campaign featuring lions, flags, and yet more Elgar.
Too harsh? I don’t know. I said I wasn’t in the mood to write today.
This also doesn’t feel enough for today’s blog. I might come back later and write something else when I properly emerge my morning zombie-state (the hayfever tablets I take last thing at night still *knock me out*) or I might post a cartoon. I’m halfway through Volume 3, which I’ve now set myself to finish. Amazon still tells me that I’ve not sold a book in weeks, so that still suggests their system is broken or that I’m simply not selling anything, which might well be the case. For the moment, I don’t really care. I’m enjoying a period of productivity and I keep making myself laugh, which, these days, is most of the battle.