Nigel Farage is a diva. His vanities make other politicians look pallid and small. Fortunately for him, mainstream and alternative media journalists and commentators kept him aloft for years. Then, in the last few months, the supreme leader lost his shine. His affairs began to be investigated. He, by then an MP for Clacton, was livid and had become ill-tempered.
On 7 July, Farage threw a hissy fit and flounced off, forcing a by-election in Clacton, which he won again, beating Count Binface (all the major parties refused to field a candidate). He was back in the limelight, his happy place.
The punt was a massive distraction to stop questions, big questions, about financial backers of Farage and Reform, about clarity and public records. His responses were, as ever, slippery and self-aggrandising. He is sacrificing everything to serve his country. Those investigating him are either “The Establishment” or beastly, leftie, unpatriotic liberals.
Like Donald Trump, Farage hates accountability. And when faced with legitimate queries, befuddles the public with confusing, disparate responses.
Here are examples of Farage’s dubious values and behaviour. Before The Guardian published accounts of several ex-fellow pupils at Dulwich College alleging racism and antisemitism, Reform’s lawyers threatened legal action against the paper. After publication, Farage claimed he would “never directly… go and hurt somebody”. Then this January, he described the allegations as “made up fantasies”. The next month he offered only a conditional apology. This diva is mightily offended by normal journalistic inquiries.
