Sympathy for the Grinch
Dec. 19th, 2020 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustI could almost - almost - feel sorry for Boris. He wants people to like him, and he wants his own way (that's what being World King means, right?) and he can't choose between the two, and ends up getting neither. He tries to negotiate with the virus, and it won't agree to his deal.
So Christmas has just been cancelled. This does not affect my plans in the slightest, and doesn't affect most of those close to me (and most of those whose plans I know through DW, too). I would sympathise with people who made plans, booked tickets, had hopes on the basis of Boris's promised five day release - but seriously, if you are still, a year into his premiership, believing Boris's promises, then this is not the last disappointment in store for you.
Likewise, I could almost feel sorry for Boris. Yet again, he has been forced into doing the right thing when it is too late to get any credit for it: he gets neither the warm glow of virtue nor the satisfaction of getting his own way. Again.
And that 'again' is what destroys any sympathy I might feel. To misread the pandemic once, Mr Johnson, might be regarded as a misfortune; to misread it twice begins to look like carelessness. And how many times is this?
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do, ahead of a virtual date at the virtual panto.
So Christmas has just been cancelled. This does not affect my plans in the slightest, and doesn't affect most of those close to me (and most of those whose plans I know through DW, too). I would sympathise with people who made plans, booked tickets, had hopes on the basis of Boris's promised five day release - but seriously, if you are still, a year into his premiership, believing Boris's promises, then this is not the last disappointment in store for you.
Likewise, I could almost feel sorry for Boris. Yet again, he has been forced into doing the right thing when it is too late to get any credit for it: he gets neither the warm glow of virtue nor the satisfaction of getting his own way. Again.
And that 'again' is what destroys any sympathy I might feel. To misread the pandemic once, Mr Johnson, might be regarded as a misfortune; to misread it twice begins to look like carelessness. And how many times is this?
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do, ahead of a virtual date at the virtual panto.
