Devine Vine

You know I could sort of take in a cynical nihilist we are so screwed whatever sort of way Boris Johnson. I mean everyone knows what he is, ambitious, officer class, articulate, lazy and extremely right wing. He does not hide it that well nor pretend to have any great vision, a few latin phrases and some buffoonery, topped off with slice of casual racism and dash of snobbery.

But Gove, wasn't he the principled deep thinker, the intellect that could not be stilled. A man driven by a deep sense of duty to get us back our mojo. For this higher purpose, he held his nose, rolled up his sleeves and set to work with the corporal up to their ears in the stuff that stinks.

It is a tough job, you know wrecking the country, splitting it top to bottom so badly that it will never recover. Fair enough the Judea people's front are busy doing the same thing, I can sort of dig their belief in something. So I was prepared to cut Gove the slack of being a wide-eyed fanatic, a dangerous lunatic who should have been weeded out of politics. Yet, I need not to have puzzled how he got this far nor worried about his sanity.

As the devine Ms Vine proves, he is all that one could hope for weak, cynical and ambitious, in every way, a small person. It is so awful, I agreed with Zoe Williams (there is a first time for everything), it makes life easier to believe it was a forgery. Its like Ben Swain, chancellor that is it, chancellor!

Michael, you'll never read this nor will anyone else, but if in you there is a just a trace of a soul left from your Scottish calvinist upbringing we shared, then look at our country and what you have done and tell me that a small part of your soul does feel 'black burning shame'. Please I could not bear to believe you have no regrets. For whatever reason you went into politics, I hope it was not this, since if it was all is lost.