The Abominable Against the Unspeakable

You know, for me, this current political spat between Dominic Cummings and Boris Johnson is rather like when Chelsea play Arsenal - I vehemently hope that, somehow, they can both lose.  The recasting of Scummings as some kind of righteous. avenging angel, championing the 'truth' surrounding the government's (mis)handling of the Covid crisis really sticks in my craw.  I mean, yes, the government's conduct has been appalling and Johnson nothing less than utterly incompetent, but the fact of it is that Scummings was, at the time, at the heart of it all.  He was advising Johnson, for God's sake.  His Road to Damascus conversion is down, not to any sincere belief that he and the government were criminally wrong, or any genuine regret over the unnecessary deaths and suffering that resulted from their shambolic approach, but rather is entirely driven by personal bitterness over the nature of his departure from the heart of government.  Much as I'd like to see Johnson skewered by one of his former buddies, it doesn't change the fact that Scummings is, well, an utter scumbag who advocated 'herd immunity' despite knowing the probable casualty rates among the old and vulnerable and was also quite happy to blatantly and arrogantly flaunt the lockdown rules the rest of us felt compelled to follow.  Like I said - Chelsea vs Arsenal: the abominable against the unspeakable.

Anyway,talking of football, it's amazing how one's inner soccer tribalism comes to the surface on the last day of the season.  Yesterday I found myself snarling with despair as Leicester went ahead of Spurs with a couple of dodgy penalties and Arsenal went two up against Brighton, which would have put them above us and into Europe t our expense, before leaping around in ecstasy as Bale scored those two late goals to snatch a win for us.  Not only did that stop those Leicester wankers from getting into the Champions League, but it kept Arsenal below us in the table and out of Europe altogether for the first time in twenty five years.  What made the last minute nature of Spurs' win even sweeter was that the Arsenal trolls had already started celebrating their 'St Totteringham's Day' shit on social media in anticipation of finishing above us.  Hah!  I'll b e frank, I don't really know what the Europa Conference League (which we've qualified for) actually is, but we're in it and Arsenal aren't.  Which is all that matters.  Not that all so-called Spurs 'fans' were as Euphoric as myself - there is a segment of fandom, mainly based around certain blogs, which is never satisfied.  The Europa Conference League qualification, for instance, was dubbed by one of the most notorious of these walking piles of shit as 'the final humiliation' of the season.  Really?  I hate to think what his headline would have been if we hadn't won and finished out of Europe and behind Arsenal?  Is that what these dicks really want?  Just fuck and support Arsenal if you feel that way, you colossal turds.  See what I mean about the tribalism?