In the thread ‘Don’t Let the Kiddies Play With Matches’ comment poster ‘Chris’ on March 3, 2018 at 9:45 am wrote inter alia:

“I don’t like the expression libtard, but I find Soy Boy worse. “

“I don’t like the frog thing either (Keke?) it does nothing for me. “

Language does much more than simply inform, it also signals. In this case the frog and the word libtard are signals used by an in-crowd to show they belong (or, more likely, want to belong) to a group which uses those terms. While they may have begun as as something valuable they have been devalued to the point of being actively harmful when it comes to the job of communicating.

When you are part of the in-crowd then these signals just pass you by, comforting as the smell of bacon and eggs in the morning, not noticed in the bustle of breakfast. For those not inside the pale they exclude, like the smell of bacon and eggs to a vegan. It may come as a shock to those who think a (deliberately) childishly drawn frog signals wisdom to find that, to the vast majority of people who go about their daily lives untouched by the political spats and squabbles we enjoy so much, it signals, like a baseball cap worn almost backwards, a wally.

While we’re talking about labels and verbal signalling, perhaps someone could explain why they find the word ‘libertarian’ something to push. It has so many definitions that it is essentially meaningless, and those who oppose someone using it can cherry-pick the most damaging to point, isolate and defeat.

‘I’m a libertarian’ means ‘I don’t like big government, I think that taxes should be lower and that people should be left alone to live their lives as they wish.’

‘I’m a libertarian’ also means ‘rich people shouldn’t have to look after poor people, poor people should get off their arses and find a job and if I want to build four thousand houses next to your town and fill them with homeless people from the London boroughs just down the M11 then you can suck it up, it’s my land. And I’m putting up a windfarm which will reduce the value of your house by 12%, tough titty you loser.’

What we need is a new label, a label that signals what we really are.

Another quote from the comments:

However the one thing that jarred with me of that discussion was the ‘Gerard Batten is good because he is solid working class.’

It’s time the idea that the majority of UK subjects are easily divided into classes was attacked as the nonsense it it. For example, I looked after several estates as a councillor. There were some which were under great stress and it showed: overcrowded, a lot of night-shift working, with one or two sections which were on the edge of failure. Some were ‘middle class’ where there was more space, better cars, a lot of self-employed.

As far as politics is concerned, on the doorstep you can get as much understanding of the issues in one as the other. (Let me digress: the best discussion I had about defence during the whole 2015 election was with a young mother, a teaching assistant – she spoke more sense than I’ve heard from the Conservative front bench in decades. People do not fit into the categories that journalists claim.)

Labour claims to represent the working class – they lie. Cons claim to represent the middle classes. They lie. There are two actual classes in the UK. There’s the political class, snouts in the trough, smug, arrogant, puffed up with a sense of entitlement. Then there’s the rest of us.

Not middle-class, not working class, although we all work. We are the people who pay our taxes, vote by habit instead of by self-interest. We almost never vote  motivated by an urge to see our country served by politicians who put British people first.

Some posters on that thread were missing the point by demanding proof that this Austrian chap is an extremist. He may be, he may not be. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he can easily be portrayed as such. We are hated by journalists who have never looked at the actuality of UKIP, never looked at our people, never looked at the work we have done.

When elected the main parties looked at us askance, By the end they were seeking our cooperation because we had worked desperately hard to avoid the traps they and their journalist cronies set for us.

Two things stand out for me from my time at the coal face. First an opposition councillor, who had been hostile, asked for help fighting the Cons’ cuts to disability aid provision. While talking about it I expressed an opinion of the way the Cons were targetting the most vulnerable and how we were fighting against the cuts. He said ‘that’s because you’re a compassionate man.’ A badge I will wear with pride!

The second was the manner of my defeat, together with the rest of the UKIP councillors. A very senior Con, someone who had run the local party, who had been at the forefront of local Con politics for decades, voted for me because ‘you vote for the man, not the label.’

If only that were universally true.

Not working class. Not middle class. Not Right. Not Left.