I must say, I am pleased that the police decided to take no action against Jo Brand over her quip, with regard to people dousing Nigel Farage, “Why bother with a milkshake when you could get some battery acid?” which he apparently saw as being “incitement of violence”.
A great many others might suggest that incitement of violence was when Farage stated at a rally that he would “don khaki, pick up a rifle and head for the front lines” if his (never explicitly defined) vision of Brexit isn’t delivered; that incitement of violence was when he declared – in a country where racist right-wingers now march with increasingly confident aggression on our streets; the same streets upon which MP and humanitarian campaigner Jo Cox was brutally murdered in broad daylight by a man shouting, “Britain First!” – that he was happy for any who propose aught but the hardest of Brexits to be branded as “traitors” and “enemies of the state”.
The landscape of this country has been changed, perhaps forever, thanks to Farage and his ilk spouting their nationalistic poison – if that isn’t naked incitement of violence then I don’t know what is – and yet now he bleats that he felt threatened by a joke. He wants to count himself lucky that he hasn’t had to experience the atmosphere that he’s caused for so many members of our broader cosmopolitan society, most of whom have contributed a damn sight more to our nation than he ever has or ever will.
Mind you, Jo Brand was quite right in the far less reported remainder of her comment: “I think milkshakes are pathetic, I honestly do, sorry.” Indeed they are: doesn’t anybody pee into a bottle anymore?