WHAT DO WE REALLY KNOW ABOUT BRITAIN'S "FIRST LADY"?

Britain's Conservative Prime Minister Boris Johnson recently had a baby with his unmarried girlfriend Carrie Symonds.

Yes, the country's leading politician, is spawning offspring with his babymama just like any ghetto pimp. That's how far Britain has fallen from the golden days of Gladstone and Disraeli, when Victorian morals would have excluded anyone of poor character from getting anywhere near the highest office in the land.

No wonder this England...

...has become this England...

The PM's excuse for having a child out of wedlock is Covid-19. If it hadn't been for the China virus, he assures us, he would have made a decent woman out of Ms Symonds long ago.

But just who is Ms. Symonds and is Alexander Kemal (aka Boris Johnson) capable of making her into a decent woman? In fact, is anybody?

First of all, Ms Symonds is 32 years old, a full 24 years younger than Bojo, so nothing wrong there. A wife should be a lot younger than her husband so that he can provide her with... Over to you Stefan:

And she can provide him with fresh eggs.

But what about character? What do we really know about this person who is already effectively Britain's First Lady?

Well, she is clearly against Asiatic nations feeding themselves.

Yes, I know, whales are highly intelligent mammals just like us, etc., etc. But usually when someone gets the animal rights bug this bad, it means they are desperately seeking what is known as a "moral shield," something they can use to deflect criticism of their other failings, or which they can use to convince themselves that they are a moral and decent person.

In Miss Symonds case this may be connected to her wild misspent youth, during which it appears she "experimented" with a range of dubious pleasures and tasted several forbidden fruits, including dabbling in Satanism and the occult.

While a drama student at Warwick University, where she studied from 2006 to 2009, she performed in an X-rated play.

The production was based on the writings of Aleister Crowley – an occultist and sadomasochist who revelled in the title "the wickedest man in the world," and subjected himself to hard drugs, such as cocaine and heroin, in order to raise the Devil himself.

In the play, Miss Symonds wore a black dress and torn black tights with heavy black make-up smeared around her eyes, suggestive of a rape victim

A picture of her taken at the time shows her kneeling on the floor with a table in the background. On the table are written the words ‘cognac, c*** and cocaine’ – a reference to one of Crowley’s most notorious poems. A bottle of cognac and pile of white powder, believed to represent cocaine, are on the table, which is surrounded by a circle of cards, with the words "Do As Thou Wilt" scrawled in chalk in the centre of the circle.

Next to Miss Symonds sits a bare-chested male student with "Big Beast" and "Do As Thou Wilt" daubed across his chest and throat in black ink.

Crowley’s poem Leah Sublime includes the lines:

"Straddle your Beast, My Masterful B****… Spit on me, scarlet, Mouth of my harlot… Soak me in cognac, c*** and cocaine."

But the recklessness implicit in this behaviour soon met its comeuppance, when the spoilt, privileged, upper middle class young lady behaved with similar careless abandon outside the confines of her university drama circle.

In 2007, after a "girl's night out" (usually code for slagging around night clubs looking to get plowed) Symonds was in the Kings Road in Chelsea with only £5 in her pocket, looking to get a Night Bus to her home in distant Surrey. It was here that she encountered the notorious Black Cab rapist John Worboys, and foolishly accepted a lift from him. Warboys was later convicted of attacks on 12 women, involving rape, assaults and drugging, but police believe he could have raped as many as 100 victims. 

Warboys, the man who raped Boris Johnson's girlfriend, bears an uncanny resemblance to Johnson's political rival Keir Starmer the leader of the Labour Party.

Worboys told her that he didn't like to see young women waiting on their own and offered to drive her home for free in his black taxi cab, saying he lived in the same area. No sensible or chaste women would subject herself to such a risk, but Symonds did.

Worboys's method was to tell his victims that he had won a lot of money and was celebrating, and then offer then a spiked drink, after which he had his way with them. He told Symonds the same tale, saying he had won money at a casino and offered her a celebratory glass of champagne. Already suspicious and fearing that the drink might be drugged, she managed to pour the champagne on the floor.

This clearly shows that she was no young naive innocent, but was well aware of a the pitfalls that could befall a pretty young blonde woman in London late at night. Yet she willingly placed herself in danger again and again, first by wandering around unaccompanied in the wee small hours, and then by taking a "free" lift from a strange man. But, even when her defenses had been fully triggered, she still continued to behave in a reckless manner. 

Worboys then told her about a woman who had performed a sex act on him for £250 and asked her if she would do the same. Instead of immediately getting out at the next set of traffic lights and screaming for help, she just tried to laugh it off. But it was too late. Worboys next stopped the cab and climbed in the back and tried to ply her with vodka. Then, knowing full well that it was probably spiked, she took a shot, after which she blanked out. She had no recollection of what followed, including the bestial things that Worboys did to her unconscious body.

"I downed it," she said, "which was stupid, as I just wanted to get home. From that point on I can’t really remember what happened." 

When she finally made it home, she collapsed in front of her mother and was unconscious until 3 pm the next day.

Was Warboys the "demon" that she had summed up by her foolish dabbling in the occult, or was this merely the sort of sordid tragedy that could happen to any careless woman conceited enough to think the night belonged to her? 

Whatever the answer is, I think it is safe to say that Carrie Symonds's character seems somewhat deficient for the role of Britain's "First Lady." In that respect, at least, she may be a perfect fit for her future husband.