Insipid Jeremy Hunt’s a gift-wrapped Tory present for Boris Johnson in the week of the blond bungling buffoon’s 55th birthday.
Compile a photofit of an opponent the serial liar Johnson wanted to face and it would be his successor as Foreign Secretary, a polite chap with the charisma of a threadbare old cardigan dumped in a wheelie bin.
Hunt is essentially a European Remainer and that is a black spot in a Tory sect with 160,000 largely Brextremist members.
Johnson’s votes will be weighed not counted to push him into Downing Street through the backdoor after when skulduggery and tactical voting by the duplicitous Tories in Westminster gave him what he wanted.
The untrustworthy former Foreign Secreary’s coalition of the desperate is unstable and there’ll be blood on the carpet when he betrays one or both wings on Brexit.
The contest from now own will be a walk in the park against Hunt compared with the Game of Thrones had Gove made the shortlist.
Revenge is a dish best dumped on the head of your foe in the tasty battle of the Tory Lannister psychopaths, Joffrey Johnson humiliating. Littlefinger Gove.
Uppity Gove is a vanquished threat to frontrunner Johnson’s coronation, a formidable debater who knew his opponents myriad weaknesses.
Johnson yearned to face Hunt not Gove so he’s already won.
Gawd help Britain.
