Larry, Chief Mouser, has not been used as Johnson’s ‘deaths cat’.

 

 

They don’t get it. Not Johnson, not the Westminster journalists and especially not their ‘sources’ whose breathless whispers fill the ‘Christmas Party at No 10’ articles. It’s not their rule-breaking which stinks and which rightfully angers all of us who have kept those rules even when it hurt us – it’s the blatant entitlement with which they broke those rules and which seeps out even when they tearfully resign in front of the cameras like Ms Stratton.

You can, if you must, watch that clip here, in a comment piece by Ms Vine for the DM. Ms Vine is the former spouse of a certain Mr Gove from whom nothing has been heard for a long time – does he perhaps miss his access to the Westminster press critters which she formerly provided? Ms Vine on her part turns this resignation into another wail about wimmin always being blamed. Well, my dear, if someone puts both feet firmly into their mouths then surely their gender is irrelevant if they are made to carry the can? Or must wimmin in high offices still be given the automatic excuse for misdemeanours we accord to toddlers? 

As for ‘that’ party – well, it’s truly wonderful how the broadsheets are spluttering with indignation, trying to concoct some sort of ‘narrative’ in which all this partying was only done by the No 10 staff and SpAds, according to ‘sources’ (link, paywalled). There was only ‘cheese and wine’, really, and some ‘secret Santa Gifts’: harmless fun, really … The odd thing is that they try to insinuate that the PM himself didn’t participate, and one name is conspicuously missing. It’s as if all those friends of Carrie and friends of friends of Carrie went partying without her having an inkling, never mind participating. If you believe that … 

Another defendant of Ms Stratton is Fraser Nelson. His comment piece in yesterday’s DT wonders mainly if the public would actually ‘play along’ with covid rules. Well, wait and see, innit! However, this introductory remark is … remarkable:

“His [Johnson’s] 10 Downing Street was already beset with chaos last autumn, feuding and indecision: firm pledges made one way were torn up the next. The Prime Minister allowed himself to be pushed around so much that he was nicknamed ‘the shopping trolley’ by those who did the pushing.” (paywalled link)

A sly dig at a certain Mr Cummings who’d already been made to leave by then? Or actually an acknowledgement that the mice, all those FoCs (Friends of Carrie) were dancing on the tables now that the Cummings cat was gone? Or is it a sly hint that Johnson is now fair game, perhaps even ‘oven-ready’, and can be attacked with impunity?

Meanwhile the DT in their report (paywalled link) is trying to divert attention by flying a kite – or is it a ‘dead cat’? They’re asking who leaked that giggling video of Ms Stratton in the first place, if these are the same sinister ‘sources’ who leaked the infamous Hancock video. Nice try – but not good enough. It’s not about leaking, it’s about the indelible proof that those who ‘rule’ us are not following their own rules. We’ve seen this at the G7 summit in June already. They keep mocking us while they’re doing this – they’re entitled. 

And so the infamous ‘Plan B’ which Johnson produced yesterday: mask mandates, WFH, ‘vaccine passports’ and the possibility of compulsory vaccinations (link). Several comment piece writers have called this another of Johnson’s ‘dead-cat’ ploys in their semi-outraged articles. Here’s another strange thing: Laura Dodsworth wrote in her emailed newsletter yesterday afternoon that actually, according to her source, this ‘Plan B’ was already ‘oven-baked’ and that the ‘Plan A’ mask mandate was simply a softening-up exercise.

However, amidst their ‘Party revelations’ the MSM’s main concern isn’t so much this infamous ‘Plan B’ but those dead cats they discover. Of course they won’t raise doubts about the use of ‘Plan B’. – they clearly feel they’ll be exempt because they’re entitled. It must be obvious even to the most careful covid lemming that this Plan B was always going to be used as political ploy, as a ‘dead cat’ when circumstances demanded. Meanwhile, the covid fiefdom of Mr Javid wasn’t quite prepared for ‘Plan B’. The precious NHS ‘vaccine passport app’ crashed after Johnson plonked said dead-cat-Plan B on the table (link).

While all that was going on, The Times this morning had two articles, side-by side. Nothing could demonstrate better the utter shambles this whole covid policy has become. Yon SAGE member, Professor Van-Tam, announced officially that the NHS has approved the new anti-covid treatment Molnupiravir (see here on what this is and who makes it), and had bought 500,000 courses. It’s an official announcement because there were already reports on this month ago, e.g. here). Was this meant to’ve been another ‘dead cat’?

Moreover, while government didn’t disclose how much this would cost us it’s alleged that one full treatment will set the NHS back about £500. It’s to be used initially on ‘the most vulnerable’:

“Oxford University scientists [are] hoping to recruit 10,000 people who have recently received a PCR positive test and who are either over 50 or have an underlying condition. Half will receive the antivirals and half will not — to gather data on effectiveness. From next week those at the highest risk, such as people having cancer treatment or who are immunocompromised, will be offered molnupiravir and the antibody treatment ronapreve.” (link, paywalled)

Yep – get a +ve PCR test and you’ll be ‘offered’ the opportunity  to become a covid guinea pig if you’re ‘vulnerable’. Don’t ask why people would ‘catch covid’ if so many are double~ or triple~jabbed, and never mind that Omicron is now turning out to be no more than the sniffles. Meanwhile, we read that clinical trials for new cancer drugs have dropped by 60% thanks to covid (link, paywalled). Nothing illustrates better the perversity of the Covid policies than this further abandonment of cancer patients by the NHS and by the Covid emperors. 

They’re indeed mocking us, with dead cats produced by the Johnson Covid government and ‘outrage’ report by all those oh-so-well-connected Westminster hacks. One wonders if some of them weren’t guests themselves at such parties, either in No 10 or in their various news offices. 

I notice that one lot of animals hasn’t been mentioned: not cats, dead or alive, but rats – fat Westminster rats who are surreptitiously leaving the sinking Johnson ship with improper haste. May they suffocate on their secretive Christmas Party canapes, may their bubbly be flat and taste of another liquid substance, may they experience hangovers from hell every single day  and may they suffocate and drown slowly in the Westminster swamp they’ve created.

 

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