I’ll scweem and scweem until I’m sick

I am beginning to think that Labour’s answer to Bonnie Langford, the veritable Moneyball rather fancies our Nige.
She seems fixated by him. Yet again she has written a blogpost attacking the amount of coverage he gets, all the while whingeing about the paucity of column inches she receives herself.
Previously she has waffled on about how dreadful Roger Helmer is, whilst complaining about Farage’s media coverage. And just about how awful he is. Now she has moved up a gear, questioning his intelligence and depth.

Farage does not carry on the British parliamentary tradition of robust debate coupled with intellectual depth. Farage, in fact, has no depth.

Of course Ms Honeyball would like him to play the part of supplicant, well mannered, ineffectual. But why would or should anybody do that.
It is frankly a disgrace that nonentities like her good self witter on, whilst standing idly by as democracies are overturned in pursuit of an anti-people pro elite agenda. I find it outrageous that somebody who stands for Labour is complicit in the social and financial destruction of millions of the poorest in Europe. Across the continent we can see that the left of centre parties are slowly wakening to the reality that the EU is not their to help them, but to sacrifice them on the altar of the political/business elite.
It cares not for the masses, but merely the fashionable mores of a dwindling class of faux intellectuals without a calloused hand between them.
Farage she says, is nasty. He doesn’t respect their dignity,

Farage has no compunction about tearing into EU and European Parliament figures with no respect for either their or, indeed, Farage’s own, dignity.

Is that it, does his robust approach to the preening supremacists of Europe rankle. Well so it should. Because you Ms Honeyball represent that aloof, morally isolated crew to perfection. When he attacks Van Rompuy, or Schulz it is, you are right by extension an attack on you and yours. It must be tough knowing that his voice is listened to with appreciation at home whilst yours? Yours isn't heard at all.

But still, but still: this fascination she has… is there a bat squeak somewhere beneath the outrage?