Put to one side that the man whose only significant contribution to UK politics has been the utter disaster of Brexit is still happy to show his frog features to the multiple media outlets more than happy to elevate and fete him – Farage’s 8th attempt to slime his way into Parliament is no joke.
Oh – and I hope that if he gets in this time – as
the media are doing their autopsies – they give thought to the endless hours
of unearned media attention they’ve gifted him over the last decade in a quid
pro quo of rantings for ratings…
Put aside that he is a blatant racist whose sole aim
is self-promotion.
Put aside that he was tagged as a racist while still
at his expensive private school.
He is the ultimate turd that won’t flush.
And – yes – while I have been sceptical for a while
now about the ‘ordinary folk’ the media find for their on-street interviews,
you have to say the mood music aint great.
One suspects that ‘researchers’ are often sent scouting
for the stupidest, most reactionary, incoherent lunatics to pose as ordinary folk.
But one woman – in an interview shortly after Farage
announced that he was going to be the candidate for Clacton after pushing aside
the nominal leader – Mr 1975 himself – Richard Tice – while praising Farage, looped
Tommy Robinson (violent white supremacist) into the same sentence. Could
there be a bigger tell as to the mind-set of the people who find Farage acceptable.
I’m way past asking the obvious question about how
the rich get the poor and down trodden to constantly vote against their best
interests with the very tired, grubby old trick of playing the race card but
they do. They’ve been doing it not for decades but centuries. They’ve also been
getting away with the whole ‘I’m one of you’schtick. I wonder how many of the folk in
Clacton are millionaires or have set up companies to make money from elections
and are funded by billionaires?
So yes – these elections seem to be as hideous as we
expect these things to be these days.
Nery a day goes by without another bribe to electors
from the two main parties that both we and the people spouting know aint gonna
happen.
Nery a day passes without more evidence of pandering
to the mob.
Selective amnesia is also handy and many, like Farage, are actively relying on a public that seem entirely willing to comply.
Surely two of the biggest absences from this current
carry-on are any mention of Brexit or any mention of the biggest
threat to our very existence – climate change.
Though we do carry on regardless – the one thing that would
make this half bearable would be knowing that the good folk of Clacton were
not going to show themselves to be catastrophically clueless by falling for Farage.
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And no – another reminder – I am not on ANY social media (for those who’ve enquired) I mean - come on - I don't even have a smartphone... This is just political therapy.
For
lighter reading do check out my books HERE. Other than that it’s just good old
fashioned letters to the press which you’ll find randomly in quite a few papers here and
abroad. If I could use a quill pen and parchment I’d be up for that though I’m
very much enjoying my Remington typewriter. May have to get splints for my
fingers but it’s very like the one I learnt to type on in 1979.
And
– yes – I know – there’s me referring to Tice as Mr 1975! What a hypocrite.