I have never previously been so apprehensive about the outcome of an election as I am this morning.
I realise that I was brought up to think that the British regard extremism with distaste, never likely to succumb to it, more inclined to compromise, seeing the virtue of the other side, and, above all, with some level of belief in the truth. But now, suddenly, in a short space of time, we have been faced by a government and a ruling party which have bombarded us with lies, not just small lies, but gigantic and incorrigible lies, incessantly, and completely shameless about them when they have been unmasked, as when it was suggested that the poor boy in the hospital corridor in Leeds was a fraud. Journalists, instead of probing the lies, revealing them, have played a prominent role in recycling them, even including the BBC.
What have we come to ? Well, under normal circumstances, there would be a well-constituted opposition. I would like to respect Jeremy Corbyn, but have found it hard to, because he is so curiously lacking in any obvious political passion, although there have been faint glimpses of a mordaunt sense of humour in his online appearances, nowhere evident elsewhere. Boris Johnson’s almost only real achievement in the election campaign has been to make Jeremy Corbyn seem relatively honest and, by contrast to the torrent of untruth, just acceptable.
I hate to think that a majority of the electorate may vote in Johnson.