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We need to talk critically about Farage and his team of Tory drop-outs.

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Farage is attracting dead Tories to him like a body collector during the bubonic plague. We have a tax-avoiding Bond Villain with a penchant for tax avoidance, a nutty bonkbuster writer with a record of nepotism, huge expenses and unparalleled stupidity, and honest Bob, a failed Tory Leadership candidate, who’d rather line the pockets of his mates and confront fair dodgers on the tube in search of clicks than offer any serious political thoughts on how to get out of the situation the Tories and Farage’s Brexit created.

They are not alone; they are part of a parcel of rogues, rats jumping onto the vile vessel ‘Reform’ as an act of political survival, defection and infection in one move. Let’s list them for the sake of completeness:

Lee Anderson, the potty-mouthed ex-chairman of the Tory Party and paid pub bore on GBNews; Jonathan Gullis, the unemployed windbag blaming “woke” witchcraft for his unemployment. David Jones, the expense-swindling bigot who pocketed £81k from a public flat flip while deeming gay parents unfit for kiddie-rearing; Dame Andrea Jenkyns, the bird-flipping banshee who claims Reform bribes lured her in; Danny Kruger, the shadowy scripture-thumper under fire for £55k anti-euthanasia slush funds, peddling “cultural Marxism” paranoia against mercy killings; Lucy Allan, the threat-faking fabulist who doctored videos to smear foes and bullied staff with venomous voicemails till they snapped.

Sir Jake Berry, the out-of-touch oracle advising broke Brits to “earn more” or slash heating amid his party’s economic apocalypse; Anne Marie Morris, the serial whip-loser who casually dropped the N-word in Brexit babble like it was afternoon tea chit-chat; Marco Longhi, the sly divider bolding Indian surnames in letters to Pakistani voters to stir ethnic pots under a unity facade; Ross Thomson, the grabby ghost cleared of barroom gropes but forever stained by sleazy accusations.

It goes on, there’s Chris Green, the tinfoil tweeter sharing Rothschild rants and New World Order nonsense while decrying lockdowns as dictatorial drivel; Lia Nici, the flag-fetish fanatic spotting Brexit sabotage in every shadow, telling unpatriotic plebs to sod off while delivering deranged Boris defenses like a loyal loon; and Ben Bradley, the eugenics-teasing snob pushing vasectomies for the jobless, linking free lunches to crack dens and brothels, and fabricating Corbyn spy yarns for cheap headlines.

It has never been about Farage, not for one second. Farage is just the lightning rod. The real story is the people who finally saw themselves in him and feel validated by what they see. I believe most of them will blow away, like yesterday’s newspapers, when the cult collapses, like embarrassed fans of a one-hit wonder.

Many of them will swear they were never really into him. The Reform amnesia is going to be epic. I used to wonder how it was possible that Farage could have surged in 2016 and again in 2024, taking votes, flipping seats and shaking the establishment, given how emotionally toxic, morally vacant, and clumsily psychologically manipulative he is. I don’t wonder anymore. I think he is successful for that exact reason. He isn’t just a party leader; he is a dark mirror that shows and appeals to our worst instincts in a time of engineered economic and geopolitical crisis.

If you are a xenophobe, he’s your man.

If you are a racist, he’s your man.

If you are a Eurosceptic, he’s your man.

If you mock multiculturalism, he’s your man.

If you hated intellectual elites, he’s your man.

If you are a climate sceptic, he’s your man.

If you enjoy stirring up anti-immigrant sentiment, he’s your man.

If you’d done absolutely nothing to confront your personal issues, he’s your man.

If you are a serial party-hopper, he’s your man.

If you stiff political allies, he’s your man.

If you are a conman, he’s your man.

If you mock people’s backgrounds, he’s your man.

If you long for a toxic Daddy, he’s your man.

If you are dissociated and disembodied, he’s your man.

If you are unconscionable in every economic dealing, he’s your man.

If you lie as naturally as breathing, he’s your man.

If you can’t embrace a diverse Britain, he’s your man.

If you are a Little Englander, he’s your man.

If your ego runs riot and replaces logic with oily charm, he’s your man

If you are a sociopath who cares not one iota about other humans, he’s your man.

If you think the NHS needs radical change, he’s your man.

If you believe the 2024 general election was fundamentally an “immigration election”, he’s your man.

If you claim to have done more than anyone else to drive the far-right out of British politics, even as your party faced ridicule for it, he’s your man.

If you are Nathan Gill, he’s your man.

If you are Putin, he’s your man.

If you are Trump, he’s your man.

If you can pay him, he’s your man.

If he had only two of these traits, he could never win; but because he had hundreds of them and millions of people recognised themselves in at least one, he might. This has never been about Farage. It has always been about the people whose worst instincts were finally validated.

Farage didn’t create the cruelty; he licensed it. He handed out permission slips for hate. He is merely a symptom of a far deeper disease: collective toxicity. If there is one sentence that explains Farage’s power, it is this:

“He says the things I’m thinking.”

That’s the part that should chill the spine.

Who knew that millions of Britons were harbouring such unconscionable thoughts? A country seething with resentment over immigration and diversity, ready to undermine democracy and institutions, fueled by far-right polarisation, Russian ties, poll manipulation, and media corruption, to desperate to reclaim a sense of control, agency and identity?

Perhaps we were living in a fool’s paradise. We aren’t anymore.

They used to call the Tories the ‘Nasty Party’, but that was in the good old days. Reform has raised the bar and lowered the price of admission.

We live in far more interesting times.

Royally Trolling Trump

It seems that in the United Kingdom, a state visit from Donald Trump is met not with diplomatic fanfare, but with a nationwide sharpening of wits. The spectacle surrounding his September 2025 trip was not just a protest; it was a masterclass in national contempt, delivered with a distinctly British blend of biting satire and theatrical absurdity. It is clear this is not mere political dislike; for many in Britain, he is a figure of pure ridicule—a man whose perceived lack of substance makes him the perfect canvas for creative mockery.

From the moment Air Force One touched down, the welcome was anything but warm. Instead of a red carpet, Trump was greeted by a colossal 400-square-metre photograph of himself with the late convicted sex offender, Jeffrey Epstein, unfurled on the pristine lawns of Windsor Castle. This was not a subtle protest sign; it was a gigantic, unmissable statement, timed perfectly for his arrival procession. Dubbed “the biggest Jeffrey Epstein troll in history,” this audacious stunt by the group “Everyone Hates Elon” set the tone for the visit. It was a direct, unflinching reminder of the controversies Trump would prefer to leave behind, demonstrating a collective refusal to separate the man from his past.

The trolling was not confined to activist stunts. The public service broadcaster, Channel 4, cleared its Wednesday night schedule for a marathon television programme entitled the “longest uninterrupted reel of untruths.” This satirical fact-checking exercise, airing hours of Trump’s verified false statements, was a brilliantly passive-aggressive piece of television. It juxtaposed the pomp and ceremony of the state visit with a cold, hard catalogue of his dishonesty—a gesture that speaks volumes about the media’s willingness to hold him accountable, even as he dines with royalty.

This sentiment was echoed across the country by the activist group “Led by Donkeys,” who projected anti-Trump slogans and more Epstein-related imagery onto landmark buildings. These acts, combined with a flurry of activity on social media, transformed the visit into a national sport of ridicule. Memes flew thick and fast on X (formerly Twitter), with users ironically speculating whether Trump would be arrested for posting a meme, or sharing videos of the giant Epstein banner with captions like, “BRAVO LONDON THIS IS FANTASTIC VIEWING.” The humour was pointed, relentless, and deeply revealing of the public mood.

Even the world of cryptocurrency got in on the act, with the launch of a “$STATEVISIT” meme coin, satirising the “unlimited meme potential” of the occasion. It is this multi-layered, almost gleeful derision that truly captures the British perspective. This is not just about political opposition; it is a cultural rejection of what Trump represents. The “Trump Baby” blimp of his 2019 visit now seems like a gentle ribbing in comparison to the sharper, more scandal-focused barbs of 2025.

The constant references to the Epstein scandal, amplified by a timely domestic political scandal involving Peter Mandelson, show a public that is determined to hold a mirror up to what they perceive as moral bankruptcy. Polls indicating that 55% of the UK public opposed the visit merely confirm what the protests made viscerally clear.

In essence, the British response to Trump’s visit was not to protest a politician, but to troll a personality they find fundamentally unserious and unworthy of the office he holds. Through giant banners, satirical broadcasts, and a torrent of digital mockery, they communicated a powerful message: you may be a guest of the King, but to us, you are a joke. And in Britain, being the butt of the joke is the most damning verdict of all.

A Clickable Compendium of Contempt (All Links Verified)

For those who wish to see the satire for themselves, here is a collection of links to the key trolling incidents and memes featured in the essay.

1. The Giant Epstein “Welcome” Banner

2. Channel 4’s “Reel of Untruths” Broadcast

3. “Led by Donkeys” Protest Projections

4. Viral Social Media Memes and Satire

And finally a dark joke doing the rounds:
Camilla: Charles, there’s a ghastly looking man arriving at the door.
Charles: Trump!
Camilla: I’ll do my best, if you think it will put him off.