I'm only 57 so I haven't seen the full panoply of political shysters and charlatans available to history.
I despised Thatcher but at least she was honest in her cruel intentions and had the capacity to execute them.
I watched with dread as John Smith's legacy was squandered and corrupted by Blair, who - despite his venality, vanity and megaomania - was at least competent in his betrayals of his constituency. I've watched gobshites and knaves come and go, from Derek Hatton to Alan Clarke to George Galloway.
I've seen placemen like John Nott, John Major and the ghastly excretions that are Nigel Lawson and Leon Brittan brazenly half-arse their way through successful political careers.
But I have never seen such a degraded, pitiful and disturbing individual as Boris Johnson, with nothing but bluff, bluster and vainglory in his arsenal. Boris Johnson is a horrible and frightening exemplar of the indifference and lack of curiosity of a ruling class in terminal moral decline. He cares for no one and nobody cares for him.
That's, apparently, the best our masters believe we deserve, because they could easily stop him if they chose. But that would mean joining in the sacrifices that the rest of us are making and that would be too humble a stance to take for those who believe that their Daddy's money has made them into superior beings, so far above the herd that ethics, honesty and morality do not apply to them.
The insult is so huge, so spiteful, so unforgivable, that class relations in this country will be set back a hundred years. It's gone so far backwards - this pretence at meritocracy - that all that we are now offered is lies too lazy and moronic to even bother confronting. I have never felt so insulted by politics. Yet somehow a third of my compatriots think it's all brilliant.