Times when hours turn into days and almost nothing happens in between. Days of precious R&R, when only a few politicians venture out, and then only to fend off accusations they are doing next to nothing and prove they are still alive. Much like the rest of us.
The silliest days of the silly season. Days that are made for men like Richard Tice. There are some politicians who have the gift of sounding as if they know what they are talking about.
There are those who you suspect are bullshitting but still give the benefit of the doubt. Then there are the ones you only have to look at to know they are completely clueless in every way. Never within the same postcode as plausibility.
A walking miracle because somehow they have managed to persuade their party association and constituency voters that what they really need is someone who is visibly dim and incompetent. August gives us space to celebrate these men and women. The apex male of stupidity.
It’s not clear if there has ever been much point to Dicky. Other than to encourage other halfwits that they can make half a name for themselves in public life providing they are blessed with plenty of cash and a total absence of self-awareness. Dicky likes to moan about diversity, equality and inclusion policies while remaining totally oblivious to the fact that were life to be a genuine meritocracy, he wouldn’t even make it to the starting line.
But that’s not to say Dicky doesn’t have his uses. A man with no idea of his own limitations could be just what Nigel Farage was looking for. The perfect beta supplicant who could be relied upon to do whatever he was told.
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