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UKIP Crap.


How often will UKIP dismiss a comment as "not reflecting the view of the party" before they've run out of members who could have a different view?

The latest blunder is Enfield UKIP candidate William Henwood’s ignorant and thinly-veiled racist tweet about Lenny Henry. Prior to that, we had Oxfordshire councilor David Silvester blaming the recent flooding in the UK on the Government’s decision to legalise gay marriage. Then there was Geoffrey Bloom’s awful comments on "Bongo-Bongo Land" and the apparent inferiority of women in the workplace. The list keeps growing.

Thankfully, UKIP saw sense and had both Bloom and Silvester suspended. Unfortunately, not from a great height.

UKIP's mistakes have become frequent enough for future generations of the party to be born with their head in their hands. Give a UKIP member enough rope and they’ll hang themselves, provided the rope was sourced in Britain and didn’t come into contact with any ethnic minorities.

Despite all this embarrassment, they still score alarmingly high in the polls. Not with the Poles, though; UKIP wouldn’t like that. It’s worrying how many can’t see the unpleasantness that lurks behind Nigel Farage’s jokey personality and media savvy.

The point is we need Europe, possibly more than they need us. We couldn’t survive without EU trade. Britain is isolated geographically; let’s not ostracize ourselves politically as well.

(Bernie Clifton ostracized himself once, incidentally, with terrifying results.)


This morning, I received a UKIP pamphlet through my door. I couldn't help but make some subtle alterations.


It was childish, but very, very satisfying.

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