Boris Johnson seems the opposite of Theresa May. The worst thing she ever did was run through a wheat field. The worst thing he ever did remains open to debate. But dark suspicious prompted Charles Moore, whom older readers will remember as a defender of family values, to ask: ‘Does it matter if our future prime minister is considered by some to be a sex maniac?’ (Not if it’s a sex maniac Moore supports, apparently.)
May is withdrawn. Johnson is outgoing. May will tell you how many children she has. Johnson won’t. May is viewed by the right as the head of a Remainer conspiracy. Johnson resigned rather than serve in her Vichy regime.
As whoever comes after her will be worse, there is a danger of romanticising Theresa May’s premiership. I already hear people saying we will remember her as the last sane prime minister before the charlatans took over. Only the perennial power of stereotypical assumptions stops them seeing that the quiet vicar’s daughter was as dangerous as the loud men who vie to succeed her.
Nick Cohen
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