After last week’s decision by London’s formerly very occasional Mayor Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson to chicken out of taking any responsibility for the mess in which the UK now found itself after the EU referendum result, today has brought another display of rank cowardice from one of the Brexit ringleaders as UKIP leader Nigel “Thirsty” Farage has announced he is going to spend more time with Himself Personally Now.
Now it's Squeaky cowardice finger up the bum time
Farage’s achievements, from which he is so proud to run away and hide, are many and varied, but in practical terms come back to his ability to vigorously scratch the racist itch until it produced a combustible situation in which hate crime levels soared by the thick end of 500% in the period following the referendum, as many people who were not white, or did not speak English, were abused and attacked.
While honing his amiable bigot act, Farage has also perfected the art of claiming to be against the EU while simultaneously sponging off it, often absent from debates and votes in the European Parliament while trousering as much in MEP’s salary and expenses as he can get his grasping mitts on. And he will continue to feed at that particular trough until 2019 at the earliest. At British taxpayers’ expense.
It’s as well that Farage has managed to take advantage of the electoral list system used in mainland Britain for European Parliament elections: his attempts to win a seat at Westminster have all ended in failure, from Eastleigh in 1994 (when he lost his deposit), to Salisbury in 1997, Bexhill and Battle in 2001, South Thanet in 2005, Bromley and Chislehurst in 2006, Buckingham in 2010, and South Thanet again last year.
The Farage legacy in one ((c) Steve Bell 2016)
Yet Farage continued to be feted by the press and broadcasters, a seemingly permanent fixture on BBC Question Time, despite his questionable views, exemplified by his complaint that he could not hear English-speaking voices on the train from London to his Kent home, and the downright nasty use of a column of bedraggled refugees in central Europe to try and frighten voters about Scary Brown People.
In the process, he attracted many voters to the UKIP cause, and also a rogues’ gallery of fringe politicians whom the country would be infinitely better off without. This undesirable convocation includes creepy Roger Helmer, comedy Scouser Paul Nuttall, wacko absentee Scot David Coburn, and only one Westminster MP, Douglas “Kamikaze” Carswell, who only came on board by defecting from the Tories.
But now Nige, having got the referendum result he wanted, is turning tail and running away, just like his fellow Outer Bozza did before him. The fall in Sterling, the market jitters, the years of probably fractious negotiations, the almost certain recession, the race hatred, the job losses, the fall in living standards, the turning of Britain into a lay-by off the global highway, those are all someone else’s problems. Farage will carry on milking his expense account and partying as he has done for the past seventeen years.
In other words, Mr Thirsty will be able to have his cake, eat it, wash it down with unfeasibly large quantities of the finest artisanal Belgian ales, then leave the rest of us to sort out the mess after he throws it all up. He’s a real class act.