In accordance with the law of probability, the most ruthless and ruthless liars, who are themselves known to politicians, will now and then tell the truth.
Jonathan Aitken pronounced the word "guilty" on a dock in Old Bailey, and Donald Trump told a MAGA rally, "I love the poorly educated."
Until this morning, Boris Johnson seemed to be the exception to prove the rule. After the continuous brazen mendacity that stretches over years, the reflex to hear him say it's a gloriously sunny afternoon is to wipe out a hand for the next umbrella.
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And then, in his letter to Donald Tusk, he was inexplicably mistaken. Actually, there may be an explanation. Even the most reliable metronomes of all disciplines are under intense pressure. Imagine if Steve Davis had missed this simple pot to give Dennis Taylor the "black ball" in the 1985 World Snooker Final.
Johnson's mistake was a short sentence. "The time is very short," he wrote to the President of the European Council – and for the first time in his memory, his honesty was beyond doubt.
It is not so short that he will remember the Commons at an early stage to reflect on this lovely little crisis. Still, it's pretty short.
The end of a long, unbeaten run brings with it mixed emotions. As Mike Tyson was beaten by Buster Douglas in Tokyo, the amusement of seeing a champion you thought was unbeatable comes with the sharpness that Johnson superfans have.
Out there, the rest of the letter found him in a blatant fashion with the delusions and distortions.
His target audience was apparently not Tusk. Angela Merkel and Emmanuel Macron, who are in an exercise on aviation fuel waste (Sir Elton is likely to plant trees to offset the carbon footprint), will be meeting in their home countries over the next few days.
It was written with none other than the editors of The Telegraph, Sun and Express. Their purpose was to lay the groundwork for their scapegoat on the EU if we endured the horrors that described Yellowhammer, or worse, after Halloween.
With space tight, some falsehoods about the Irish border must be enough.
The first is the old favorite he revived, like the controller of Dave (the TV station, not the last Bullingdon Boy inmate of # 10), the Are You Being Served? has given another run-out.  His demand to abolish the backstop in favor of "alternative agreements" implicitly refers to the use of technology that does not exist and that has no prospect of avoiding a hard limit.
Exactly at the time this gag made its debut I do not remember. But the request feels as archaic as Mrs. Slocombe asks Captain Peacock if she can go ahead of time to take care of her pussy and has the same chance (none) of being granted.
If Johnson and Dominic Cummings smiled smartly as they composed this, they must have taken the full Marti Pellow over their claim that backstopping would jeopardize the Good Friday Agreement.
What threatens peace and potentially drives Northern Ireland from the existing Union into a revived one with the Republic is the hard limit that, according to no agreement, Yellowhammer sees as inevitable.
The latter also promises to break the fantasy bubble of an immediate trade deal with the US. According to her spokeswoman Nancy Pelosi, the House of Representatives, whose approval is needed, will not decide on a separate agreement if peace is compromised.
When Johnson imagines that he can win his chicken game with the EU, he has little chance of winning a chlorinated chicken game with America, whatever President Donald J Gump says otherwise.
But of course Johnson does not imagine that. He knows that with a probability of around 0.00 per cent, the EU could destroy an important building block for free trade, such as the single market, by eliminating the backlog.
This letter is an obvious lure for European leaders to join a chorus of "Sod off, you crazy bastards, and let us absorb the pain" – a less soulless hymn than Beethoven's "Ode to Joy". maybe, but stirring enough in its own earthy way. And so the scapegoat can start.
The double whoppers with extra cheese stand on both sides of a hyphen when Johnson calls the backstop "anti-democratic".
In another context, you could enjoy the malice of someone elected by 0.01 of the population to run a minority government – someone who is ready, a country that is supported by barely a quarter of the public Not forcing an agreement by bypassing the will of a parliament that is more determined than the public … Well, one could admire the chutzpah of such a man who projects the adjective "anti-democratic" across the entire Channel and the North Sea.
Having such a man as Prime Minister at such a moment makes crying with collective shame less of a temptation than a moral imperative.
If Merkel and Macron strictly adhere to the teachings of Margaret Thatcher, they would cancel their meetings on the grounds that they are not negotiating with terrorists. And if not for that reason, because they're too busy to give him ten minutes to swing his handbag (a cheap copy from the Tinky Winky Autumn collection instead of the real Thatcher deal) to throw chlorinated or other flesh, to the piranhas of the reactionary press.
The time is indeed very short. Whether it is short enough for him to enforce his coup against democracy, or long enough for the forces of reason to effectively unite against him, who the hell dares to predict? In a world where Boris Johnson manages to maintain the truth for five syllables, absolutely nothing except the EU scrapping the backstop can be safely ruled out.