A charming Chancer. That’s what we might dubb them. They are always with us. If the truth is told, they often brighten otherwise monotonous days.
And easily succumb to their simple stories, semi-truths, lies, laughter, and jokes. Still, don’t ridicule a little cheerfulness, especially when the harsh news is approaching.
We know that many attractive people should not be trusted. Usually, either way, they are mercilessly spinning around them for their benefit. Our more sensitive self understands what they are actually doing. However, it is very attractive to take another view. Often, completely contrary to our better judgment, we are riding their coattail.
The vitality and buzz that a fascinating opportunity must provide can be captivated. It’s a lot of fun to be together. Crashes are often powerful.
They may be lying planners, but humans often hurt for a little dazzle.
Chancer manages his life with Panash in several styles. The particular intelligence, interwoven with good lines of pattern and self-deprecating humor, is a headache mix.
Every successful charmer has the core of self-confidence that stands out from a young age. When you’re in a messy place, worn-out tricks on bluffs and blasters usually do the trick. Those who lie or accuse them of being worse often remain confused.
At this stage, Boris Johnson is an excellent opportunity. And there was a time when he was as attractive as their best. But last week’s conservative by-election route in the deep blue center of Devon marks the beginning of the end of his victory and begging path.
Of course, the luster disappeared from his swashback ring style for some time. The boiling of the trademark, a despair for a “comfortable atmosphere,” has begun to seem to overflow more and more old people.
Now, almost overnight, he has the modest attitude of someone who knows he can no longer knit his spells. Its inner certainty is very much integrated into his self-consciousness and is declining. The reliable formula that allowed him to overtake the enemy no longer cuts it.
By-elections, in which an unprecedented number of Tory voters abandoned all his positions, show that Johnson was found. For many, the genius who won the vote in the past is now annoying and obsolete.
There is no longer a mass rally where BoJo’s Burnstormer is faithfully fainting the Tories. It’s hard to imagine so shortly ago, so many labor enthusiasts were happy to “lend him a vote.”
Nowadays, the prime minister looks like a hunter. His enemies, including Tories, plots, and plans. If they act together, he’s done.
Little of his armor remains. Polls are barbaric in their judgment. Millions of people consider Johnson to be a morbid liar without a moral compass. Meanwhile, as he sneaks deep into the bunker, the harsh news of the Jaguar Note on living expenses, which tells a difficult time, seems unstoppable. But he will fight to the end. Something may appear. Fortune often prefers attractive opportunities. Sailing near the wind is what he has been doing for a lifetime.
Maybe Keir Starmer and his Labor Party will burn? And in the big and wide world, things are tense, changing and unknown. Who can tell when the darkness surrounding Ukraine will rise?
Those trying to leave his seat within the Tories are disbanded. The name proposed as an alternative prime minister suffers from a lack of charisma. Stuttering may see him over the eyebrows of the hill. Who knows what’s ahead?
William Shakespeare said: “A false face must hide what the false heart knows.”
Boris Johnson is a man with many faces. However, the mask was finally released. The day of calculation is approaching.
He is always a chance. However, it is no longer attractive. And that is his anguish.