Where do you go to?

I didn’t bother watching the Sunak/Starmer debate last night, nor will I waste my time watching any others. Mainly because not many other people do and very few of them change their minds even if they do watch it.

Suffice to say they were probably neck and neck and unless Rishi Sunak faints on stage after being confronted with cast iron evidence that he is a Chinese spy, or Sir Kier admits to enjoying dog fighting and badger baiting, nothing much will change.

Which is why I woke up to find that top of the list on X was not the national election debate but a discussion about the milk shaking of Mr. Farage.

The media’s obsession with this nasty little man is amazing, not least because the only thing that makes him in the least bit important is the media’s obsession with him.

Let’s face it, he has boldly stepped in to royally shaft the Tory party, again, for why?

The media give him publicity and the Tories give him what he wants.

They gave him Brexit, they are so anti-immigration they are willing to deliberately damage the UK economy to bring down headline figures, they want to send Asylum seekers to Rwanda, they are anti-woke and frankly if he wanted them to jump they would ask: How high?

Why does he need to stand against them? Why does he want to destroy them?

God, they must have patronised him when he was a Tory member, someone or something must have really hurt his ego, because he is out to humiliate and annihilate them, out to create a huge Labour majority and then quite possibly take them over.

It just makes me think.

“Where do you go to Mr. Farage, when you’re alone in your bed?”

I bet it is not a nice place.

Jonty’s Jottings

Economics, trade and Brexit, not necessarily in that order but the dog always comes first.

By Jonty Bloom Media