The opportunities are rare, in which Boris Johnson is really believed, what he says. This was the case last weekend. He had to cancel the lockdown-free Christmas season, which he had promised the English for so long. That he does this "with a heavy heart", actually seemed believable.
It was a Moment of revelation. Johnson's appearance made the great void clear, that gapes between the airy promises of the conservative and the real Corona world. A vacuum, das nun gefüllt wird mit Wut und Angst einer Nation, auf die seither Horrormeldungen einprasseln.
Von Lieferengpässen am Ärmelkanal über eine „außer Kontrolle geratene Virusvariation“ bis hin zu Milliardengeldern, die wegen plötzlich geschlossener Geschäfte und abgesagter Reisepläne verloren gehen. Nicht zu reden vom Frust von Millionen, denen der Premier bis vor ein paar Tagen noch eine rauschende fünftägige Weihnachtsparty versprochen hatte, in der drei Haushalte mit unbeschränkter Personenzahl feiern sollten, as if there was no pandemic.
Instead, since the lockdown that came into force on Sunday, people have only been allowed to leave their homes in exceptional cases for an indefinite period, let alone receive visitors. Bitter truths can be dealt with better, who is prepared for it. There was no preparation in the British case. Against their better judgment, the prime minister fooled his citizens into something. That new infections in Kent, where the new variant is rampant, did not decline despite the lockdown, was known long before last weekend.
Is questionable, whether the blockade proclaimed by the EU states in response to the virus variant is preparing the British for this, what Brexit could mean, especially since there is still no agreement ten days before the deadline. With which the corona chaos seamlessly merged into the Brexit chaos. Few will be able or willing to differentiate, which bottleneck and which emergency measure is based on what. The frustration, if Boris Johnson again fails to keep his great promises, will be the same.