You can’t keep a good bloke down for long. Especially if that chap is a well-dressed, chain-smoking, pub-going former Tory who arguably has had more effect on British politics of late than the last three prime ministers combined. Yes lads and lasses, Nigel Farage, my favorite politician, is back in town.
He took a break from politics, a vacation he hoped would be permanent, because he thought his life’s work, Brexit, had been accomplished. But the Thatcherite never counted on the sheer stupidity, cupidity, and buffoonery of a good number of the Conservative Party in scuppering what should have been their own electoral good fortune. Instead, with their failure to lead the nation to what it voted for, it faces electoral disaster at the next election as Farage’s former party UKIP (he’s no longer a part of it as it’s gone a bit around the bend) and his new party, the Brexit Party, could cut into the Tory vote like a chainsaw through daisies.
This could elect Jeremy Corbyn, a Western world-hating Marxist, as the next PM of Britain. Thanks Tories! Thanks Theresa May! Hopefully you’ll get a more deserved thank you at the polls.
The U.S. is affected because the Brits are our firmest ally and a real Bolshie in office could wreak havoc on our position across the pond, not to mention with NATO.
The UK is now effectively split, across traditional party lines, into a pro- and anti-Brexit political alignment. On the pro side is the majority of the British voting public. On the anti side is the political class and their toadies.
So Farage again enters the lists to upset the Brussels apple cart and deliver to the British people what they already voted for and thought their government would naturally see come to pass, an actual exit from the European Union.
But that assumed that their government gave even a small flying intercourse about their vote and their wishes. And that hasn’t happened since Margaret Thatcher was in office.
