Jabbing Back

Downing Street may be a glorified office block, but the flat above Number 11 is where the Prime Minister lives with his wife and a child who on 13th November 2020 was not yet seven months old. The staff did not just wander in and throw a party. At least one of Boris Johnson and the then Carrie Symonds must have been present, and both of them must have known that it was happening. If that party really was held, then Johnson is toast. Or, at least, he ought to be.

Identity cards have been a solution in search of a problem for as long as I can remember, and the latest branding exercise is called "vaccine passports". Such schemes always hit our people hardest. They are always intended to. Environmentalists and sexual minorities ought to be all right these days, at least in the latter case if they were prepared to deny biological sex. But the poor, the organised working class, ethnic minorities, political dissidents in general, and peace activists in particular, need to be very, very, very afraid.