Well, that’s an easy one. The Daily Telegraph runs Boris.
In the 1990s, I remember The Daily Telegraph as a serious right wing paper which I often disagreed with. However, in those days, there invariably was a kernel of well-reasoned right-wing content with which one could disagree. Invariably, you’d not be able to dismiss or patronise its take on the world, as you could depend on it being solidly argued.
In other words, I often disagreed with the Telegraph, but its obvious intelligence and professionalism obliged me to respect it (and its sports and automotive coverage was second to none).
Sadly, in this century, the Telegraph, beset by falling sales, is resorting to clickbait headlines and embittered screeds where once were coolly argued positions.
If you read something in the Telegraph these days, invariably it will be a cherry-picked narrative, chosen to fit with the paper’s current role as a right-wing version of Pravda.
At least though, they’re occasionally honest about their hopeless bias:
Journalists used to be hard-boiled perma-sceptics who cheerfully would knife anyone with their pen if they considered that s/he deserved it. A far cry from “Boris, I love you ...”. Anyone capable of gushing to that embarrassing extent in a so-called newspaper has abandoned even the pretence of being a journalist.
Worryingly, he also feels entitled to address the PM directly, chiding the PM for not adhering to policies approved by – the Daily Telegraph(!).
Fuck the electorate and the parliamentary opposition, eh? It’s the Telegraph you need to be listening to, old boy. The sense of entitlement is off the scale here.
These days, I no longer even react to Torygraph headlines, as I’ve long since realised that they’re comedy headlines, generally nearly on a par with the choleric snake-oil you get in the Daily Fail and the Sexpress.
It’s almost as if, intellectually, the hard right has given up. Why bother with reason when there is so much more votes in selling clickbait chyme. In the post-literacy, post-nuance, Internet age, a well-chosen simplistic slogan, or a series of emotive headlines, will do more to sweep your lot into power than a library full of thoughtful opinions.