Oh dear! Poor old Paulie seems a bit upset. And it’s hardly surprising.
Do you remember all the time and effort he and his fascist mates invested acting as UKIP’s attack dogs in the run up to the 2015 general election? Who could forget how they gallantly intimidated a tiny woman on the South coast or the courageous way they attacked a troupe of cabaret performers who’d dared to criticise Uncle Nige? They even coughed up to fill the Landy with diesel for a day trip to Margate in their role as UKIP’s infamous SA shit-troopers.
And now look. Just as Uncle Adolf ditched Ernst Romme’s original SA when they got to be more trouble than they were worth, so Uncle Nige has done the very same thing with his version of the SA rabble. The only surprising thing is that anyone, even the Biffers, could be surprised.
Grasser Golding threw his hat into the ring in support of UKIP because he recognised that Nigel Farage is essentially just like him. They’re both wannabe chancers who turned their backs on the political parties who taught them their craft and they’re both opportunists who feed on fear and hatred to garner support.
It seems obvious that they’d both be capable of the same betrayal.
Just as Paulie stuck the knife in his old mentor, Nick Griffin, Uncle Nige has abandoned Paulie, his former thug-wrangler with equally little ceremony. Perhaps the inimitable Mr. Farage has realised what would happen to his MEP expenses if the UK pulled out of Europe. Something’s made him change his mind about the single issue he’s banged on about incessantly for the last 20 years.
Poor, poor Paulie.
We’d weep if only we could stop laughing long enough!