He is unelected, and yet he shapes policy. He employs 'weirdos and misfits' (his words, not mine) who have proven links to some very dubious organisations and ideologies indeed. He's the architect of Brexit, and if you've ever seen anything in your Facebook feed appealing directly to your core political ideologies if you're of a centre-right or further bent, that man put it there, courtesy of organisations such as Cambridge Analytica, harvesting your every like and share. He is a distiller and spreader of fake news, spin, and dissent. Chaos is his aim, and if you think for a moment that he wasn't absolutely getting off on a) being 30 minutes late, and b) coming out with a shaggy dog story more impressive than anything Jeffrey Archer did in his day, then you just haven't looked hard enough.
And don't get me started on making a mockery of lockdown. The sacrifices we're all making will scar us for the rest of our lives. Our relationships, careers, and mental stability will never fully recover, and we will always be on edge, hyper-alert and hyper-vigilant to every sneeze or cough. We'll find it hard to make new connections as we will be unwilling to touch each other. Nobody can tell me it will all be alright, because it won't. We'll make something and live it, but it won't be what we had. Most of us willingly sacrificed months of our lives - or in the case of some, actually sacrificed their lives - because it was the right thing to do for everyone.
Except for this twat. Who put his four year old in the car when he says his eyesight was a bit dodgy and drove around a bit.