THERE was little reason for cheer to be found in last week’s General Election results.
Apparently people would rather have a government that’s in the process of dismantling the NHS, making life abject for the sick and disabled, condemning workers to appalling zero-hours contracts, and driving people out of the teaching profession, than one whose leader eats a bacon sandwich a bit weird.
The only glimmer of good news, amid this demonstration of a country that has lost its heart altogether, was that UKIP – a party propelled by crackpots and bigots too loopy even for the Tories – failed to make quite the headway its supporters seemed to be hoping for.
The undignified, toys-out-of-the-pram response to this from Nigel Farage on election night just went – along with his recent ourburst at the studio audience in one of the leaders’ debates – to suggest what lies beneath the man-of-the-people facade that so many fell for.
I’ve never seen such petulance from a man putting himself forward as potential leader of a democratic country.