When one member of the Commons abuses the prime minister for his “half-hearted apology,” when others shout “hypocrite!” to the opposition leader, when even more jockey to shout “tune” and “channel”, and when the professional agitator in Parliament Square is using his speaker to hurt the four winds with a growing mess , it can be said that Westminster is faltering. . At the center of it all was a stocky, hairless figure, attacked on many sides, walking forward, a husky hunched over in a snowstorm.
Was Boris Johnson impervious to these icy hurricanes? No. It looked like poop. He rambled, letting himself be lured out of the script by the onslaught and hatred attack. However, somehow he continued to walk, despite the cataracts and thunder that made oak.