Boris Johnson, England’s version of Donald Trump, who has made a career of playing dumb as a diversion to his blatantly racist statements and policies, has been moved to intensive care for Covid 19.
Not so long ago, Johnson declared England should get on with it and infect each other to build immunity. Now he may be among the the numbered Britonss who are not able to build immunity because well… death is not immunity.
Boris wanted to do so to give England an economic edge, to take a hit on the rugby field with an initial body count, and move ahead of his former EU partners and the world.
I hope he lives and recovers and becomes a symbol of the stupidity of the myths of nationalism.
Boris is a doofus symbol, a caricature of the myths countries create to romanticize great horrors and justify atrocities against their own people and the people of the world.
It’s not just England. England is just an innovator in the field of consumerism, banking, and empire building, but being an island and Naval dominance long since been supplanted by the race to air and space, these habits and myths have become its undoing.
Both America and England have come to swallow every inch of their own hype and they are now gagging on it.
Boris can’t breathe.
This is why Biden won’t leave his house. Biden is smart enough to listen to intelligence briefings. No more shaking hands or sniffing hair, for Covid is in the air.
Imagine what Covid 19 could do to the Supreme Court. Imagine if only one side of our two party system’s appointed Justices survived.
This is just a minor plague, but a plague nonetheless and entire systems and industries are on the edge of collapse.
Mortgages, all of Sports; everyone of them, elections, anything ticketed from theaters to concerts… the list grows…
Churches in America can’t be bailed out, they are already tax exempt.
Boris is now another sort of symbol: The Death of a Clown.
I wish him health and just a bit of a catch in his breath to remember, but I don’t know which way this will go.
He doesn’t have too many prayer warriors on his side. He is a goon, and goons are expendable to the Tory machine. The real money is in what he is distracting you from with his comedy act.
Most Americans know nothing of Boris, but I’m not a basic b☆tch. But I do know Boris’ game, and he has played the basic b☆tch better than anyone I have ever seen.
He knows. And he knows what trouble he is in.
He is in the woods and he sees the Wolf, if only his eyes, and he whispers to him. He’s short of breath. The Wolf wants to lay on his chest and say, “Sleep my child.”
Don’t close your eyes Boris. Fight you cheeky f☆ck.
– Davin Michael Stedman
Justify Such Evil as the Will of God and Country, by Davin Michael Stedman
