There is an unspoken irony about the journalistic indignation flooding newspapers over Boris Johnson and his lies. The irony is that the cack-handed lies and cover-ups spewing from No. 10 is not born of a political culture, but a journalistic one.
It’s not that Johnson necessarily tells more lies than his prime ministerial predecessors, it’s just that no PM before him has ever been so damn blasé about it.
This astonishing carelessness, now catching up with him fast, is the product of an upbringing in the bosom of UK newspapers, where facts could be flexible, truth was subjective, and its presentation a question of “angle”.
He’s never made the transition away from his journalistic belief that you can bluff your way out of trouble, and if not it will all blow over soon enough. Yesterday’s fish and chip paper, after all. Until that was banned by Brussels (another Johnson fiction).
After being sacked by The Times for attributing an invented quote to historian Sir Colin Lucas, who happened to be his godfather, he learnt not how to tell the truth but how to avoid getting caught telling lies. Stories would be twisted out of all recognition or outright invented but the question in Johnson’s head was never: can I prove this is true? Rather: can anyone prove this is not true? He trod that line like a high-wire artist.
At London’s The Daily Telegraph, he finessed the art of the euromyth, inventing nonsense stories like an EU plan for one-size-fits-all eurocoffins and a department policing the bend in a bananas. It was all bullshit, but when it kept resulting in profile and promotion, who cared?
It was, however, very poor training for the kind of cunning, cynical and calculated approach required when you up the ante and start telling lies in public office. Different rules apply.
People aren’t daft. They know their politicians lie, but have a reasonable expectation they will at least be clever about it. When voters suspect a politician can’t even be bothered covering the tracks efficiently, they begin to wonder what kind of halfwit they’ve gone and elected. That’s a feeling that burns inside.
Johnson’s apparent conviction he can talk his way out of trouble is every inch that of a chancer hack haggling over interpretation of facts in some dodgy story with a newspaper in-house lawyer. No other prime minister of recent decades would behave this way. They’d get someone else to do the lying for them, or say nothing. The cleverest would work out it’s better to actually tell the truth and move on.
That third option — simply owning up and telling the truth; the one he should have so clearly taken in this case — would never occur to Johnson. Every one of his neuron pathways was forged in the craft of journalistic blagging, not the finer art of political calculus.
Johnson’s coming downfall at the hands of those who understand him best, newspaper journalists, is a form of karmic cannibalism we’ve never seen before.
This piece was originally published in The New European.
nice graphic, Tom
Borderline genius..!!
Sounds no different to our own St John (Howard), who after the ‘children overboard’ lie was exposed said, ‘No-one told me it wasn’t true’. In other words, I can say whatever suits my purposes at the time (in true sociopathic style), and it’s someone else’s job to vouch for its veracity. He wasn’t called ‘the lying rodent’ by a senior Qld member of his own party for nothing.
The best/only thing that Bookshelves ever did to promote the common weal.
In a sane world, Bozo and Scummo would be nothing more than the irrelevant nobodies that really are, but somehow they’ve both managed to get promoted well above the level of their incompetence. Between these two nobodies, they’re doing an immense amount of damage to the world. How much longer can it go on?
What was that about upper class private school boys, their entitlement and homoerotic misogyny?
Gee wasn’t it “funny” for a while, though?
Now we’ve a media hoisted by one of their own petards – who’d a’thought? ……. Certainly not themselves.