Reality is a difficult concept for some people to embrace, and for pro-am motormouth Katie Hopkins, still scrabbling around for a Scary Muslim (tm) on whom she can blame the Las Vegas shooting, it has been a particularly elusive one, after the man who she idolised for so long turned out to be, like her, only in the game for the main chance, and of course to score More And Bigger Paycheques For Himself Personally Now.
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Squeaky disillusion finger up the bum time
Yes, until the latest UKIP leadership election, Hatey Katie had been enamoured of the party’s former Oberscheissenführer Nigel “Thirsty” Farage. Not any more. What happened to fracture this less than totally beautiful friendship was that Nige had determined he wanted His Candidate to win the Kippers’ leadership election. His Candidate was Henry Bolton. Any candidate who might threaten a Bolton win had therefore to be hobbled.
The most likely threat came from rabid Islamophobe Anne Marie Waters. Farage duly passed severely adverse comment upon her. After Mr Thirsty told in his Telegraph column “Racists nearly killed UKIP this week, but we live to fight our most important battle”, Ms Hopkins was apoplectic. “Rather lose a job with integrity than keep it through duplicity. You utter cockwomble”. But that was a mere sighting shot.
Soon came the full hypocrisy broadside: “This is not about a headline. He chose his Labour Broadcasting Corporation @LBC pay check over 17.4 million Brexiteers. End of”. That’s the broadcaster that sacked her earlier this year. Minor point, eh?
Farage, one of Ms Hopkins’ fellow Tweeters mused, had joined the Establishment (wrong, he was part of it already). “No, sir. They do not get the best of us. #standstrong” she replied, deploying the hashtag nobody else cares about.
Yesterday, her delusion well and truly busted, she was back on the attack. “You called half YOUR party that YOU quit racists & nazis. Do one”. Half the party that he quit ARE racists and probable Nazi sympathisers. Many of the other half are, too.
But this was a bone she would not let drop. Farage continued to back Bolton. Hatey Katie continued to rant. “Be aware @LeaveEUOfficial / Farage manipulated UKIP voters. Now switching up the narrative behind their chosen candidate. Don't be spoon fed”.
And Farage’s claim not to have called Ms Waters a racist got short shrift: “Save it, son. You write the copy. You own the header. Fellate your bosses - fine. But do not f*ck with true #Brexiteers”. Then came the moment of reality, where she realised her true worth.
Arron Banks, who cares neither for Ms Hopkins, nor asterisks, put her straight. “Who the fuck are you! Some failed TV contestant”. That is how much Katie Hopkins is worth to the Kippers. Nothing at all. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nil. Nada. Not a sausage. Bugger all. No serious political party is prepared to entertain this pantomime villain, this self-promoting parade of loudly trumpeted ignorance, this intolerant and appallingly snooty bigot.
Banks, like the Piranha Brothers, is a cruel man. Cruel but fair.
Farage and Hopkins. Both cheeks of the same arse! Let them take chunks out of one another as they slip further into obscurity and irrelevance.
I don't think Hopkins is "snooty".
But she has got one fucking huge ugly nose, I'll grant you that.
Maybe it's her nose that turned her into a raving sociopath.
There's a funny side to this, though: To keep her infamy she has to get more and more extreme lest she be thought "soft". Which means she'll eventually disappear up her own arse in a whirlpool of hatred. At that point she might just get sectioned.
Crazy woman, crazy face.
Jeez. Can't we sell ringside seats for this. Beats your average soap, hands down.
I don't like popcorn, but I might make an exception for this.
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