I’m not one for getting all political, but this election could be a landmark one for this country – and not in a good.
Now it might be all well and good for multi-millionaire, and ex-Los Angeles resident, Russell Brand to tell us misguided fools that voting is rubbish. And I’m happy that Russell Brand (multi-millionaire, ex-Los Angeles resident), is using his popularity to announce such opinions to whoever is willing to spend £16.99 for the hardback.
However, on those occasions when Russell Brand (multi-millionaire, ex-Los Angeles resident), talks such a heightened level of bollocks, I can’t help but see him as nothing more than a South Bank street entertainer who has shagged his way into a very successful career in show business.
As such, I’m not entirely sure we should be taking advice on overthrowing an entire parliamentary system of rule, only to embark upon a torturous reformation of a new socio-political ideal, from a bloke who is a few steps up from pretending to be a statue in Covent Garden.
I intend to be one of the first in line next Thursday – not to register my vote towards a particular party I support, but rather away from one I utterly despise.
These reptiles are largely responsible for an air of tolerated racism and xenophobia in this country. Basking in opinions that should be shameful and embarrassing, they seemingly appeal to a growing group of supporters who are either too ignorant to cast aside their own outdated and vile prejudices, or too stupid to see past the “good for Britain” rhetoric being promised.
Yep. I’m referring to those lovely men and women over at UKIP. The voice of the uninformed voter.
Now, we all know how warm and accepting Nigel Farage is.
His party effortlessly attracts the worst kind of racists and bigots to their numbers, he is good friends with groups such as the rightwing Italian Northern League, to say nothing of his much trumpeted hatred for the European Parliament – who he freely accepts an £83,000 salary from.
Add to this the endless catalogue of racist, sexist, xenophobic and two-faced displays provided by his underlings, and we have a party of forward thinkers, led by a man with oodles of integrity and compassion.
So when Nigel speaks of his sorrow towards drowned immigrant children, I don’t doubt his motives for two seconds… and would never consider his choked comments as a veil to cover his real feelings – a veil so thin I could use it as a fucking contact lens!
These people are absurd, embarrassing and truly poisonous with their intentions.
Every time a UKIP zealot opens their mouth and spews the party line bile, I can’t help but feel sympathy for them. Sympathy towards how they manage to live a life so terrified and intolerant. It must be hellish.
However, with such a level of apathy in this country, and with multi-millionaire ex-LA residents telling us not to bother voting, I’m concerned.
Look. If you place a tick next to UKIP, then fine… congratulations… you’re an idiot. But at least you have used your right to make that choice, and my tolerant lefty mind-set can’t slam you for that.
However, if these hate mongers get a foothold because too many of us just couldn’t be bothered to vote at all… then we are the idiots. Willing architects towards a county that will be horrifyingly disconnected and entrenched in fear.
So get down to the booth and vote for anyone other than this lot. Go Green, go Conservative, go Labour… just make sure you go!
Paul Millard 2015