Open mouthed as though awestruck, for several months now Nigel Farage has been ravenously fellating his United States counterpart Donald Trump. At a 15,000-strong rally in Jackson, Mississippi in August, Farage spoke to stimulate the Trump grassroots, suggesting that The Donald and his supporters could ‘smash the establishment’, and like a geyser the compliments continued to come.
Trump portrayed Farage as the ‘brilliant’ architect of Brexit, while Farage looked on full of admiration as he likened the floppy-wristed small-screen Apprentice starlet to B-movie actor and former president Ronald Reagan, the epitome of the American male. All the loving devotion he was busy showing Trump on the road served as a useful diversion for Farage while he struggles for a place back home, stretching his legs but refusing to disentangle himself fully from UKIP’s increasingly sticky bedsheets.
When just a couple of days before the second presidential debate, Donald Trump was revealed to have boasted about grabbing women ‘by the pussy’ and otherwise having his way, Farage continued to prove receptive, describing Trump as nothing less than an ‘alpha male’. And following the debate he favourably compared Trump’s performance to the strength and stamina typical of a ‘big silverback gorilla’, an animal with whom Farage is apparently on intimate terms.
At the last moment, as if he could no longer take the pressure, Farage puckered his lips and withdrew his tongue, qualifying his adulation of Trump after condemnation from UKIP MEPs, citing Trump’s comments on Mexicans and Muslims and suggesting there were ‘lots of things in this campaign that I couldn’t support’. But it was too late, because rather than leaving a man full of vigour, or reneging in time for Trump’s thrust to turn limp, Trump seemed all of a sudden to have shot his load most forcefully, slumping down and lying spent.
