Boris Johnson

That’s not what Johnson said, but so what if he had? Doesn’t that, well, make sense?

The alternative is the increasingly demoralizing, inefficient, and downright dangerous “Harrison Bergeron” society the elites have foisted upon us in the name of “equality,” with its affirmative action American president and female firefighters and pot-smoking Indian Mounties and transsexual rape-crisis counselors and blind (!) Internet “€œhate speech”€ investigators.

Progressives enjoy nothing more, it seems, than calling their political opponents “stupid.” (Although calling them “crazy” is a close second, and “racist” is third runner-up.) Yet suddenly, they’re feigning outrage at the very concept of stupidity.

Johnson’s critics are nitpicking his IQ stats, indulging in predictable ad hominem jokes, and throwing around a lot of 1970s-era clichés about class and economics (and sounding more than a little like the Pope, in spite of themselves). I don’t remember the last time an English politician’s speech generated this much unfiltered and accidentally revealing invective.

Oh, wait. Yes I do.

So if everything rolls out as it usually does, after Boris Johnson’s death a few brave souls will attempt to rehabilitate his reputation. Heck, we’ll probably see a grey-haired Russell Brand sheepishly admit that the guy was right all along. And by then it will be too late.