I didn’t take part in the national hysteria over Captain Tom Moore’s NHS fundraising, extraordinary though it was.
The health service had been put in an impossible position by the Conservative government of the day, and it seemed to me that this act of criminal negligence (it has cost more than 100,000 lives so far, no matter how you fiddle the numbers) was being compounded by unusual cruelty in forcing a 99-year-old man to do laps of his garden in order to make up the shortfall.
And what has been done with the £33 million that he raised, by the way? Does anybody know?
The event as a whole seemed to be nothing but a distraction from the abominable mess that Boris Johnson and his forerunners had created.
It strikes me as a tragic irony that Captain Sir Tom Moore should now have passed away having contracted the disease against which he had raised so much money to protect people.
And then Boris Johnson, the incompetent poser whose deliberate inaction put this centenarian ex-serviceman to so much more trouble for his country, had the nerve to record a video paying tribute to him.
If the prime monkey had admitted that it was due to his own failures that Captain Sir Tom had been put to so much trouble; if he had agreed that his government had been forced to rely on a solitary member of the social group most threatened by the pandemic because of his short-sighted selfishness, then he might have vindicated himself, if only slightly.
But he didn’t. He tried to use a great man’s death for his own gain.
That isn’t a tribute.
It’s an insult.