The Conservative Government know how to deal with The Pitchfork Mob crazed loonies rabble-rousers on teas and coffees highs in caffeine-induced psychosis and paper-warrior complex our dear year 11 politicians spurred on by semi-illiterate Commies and pretentious Zen Mentalists in ill-understood Anti-Capitalist mode
The Conservative Government know how to deal with These prized Nonentities Vigilante Mob Let just ignore them and get on with doing what they are doing because intelligence is complex and non-negotiable with Dummies
They know..... Arguing with idiots is like playing chess with a pigeon. No matter how good you are, the bird is going to **** on the board and strut around like it won anyway.
An LAST week I became a national hate figure. Now I know that sounds dramatic, but depressingly, it’s pretty accurate.opinion I expressed in these pages attracted the wrath of the keyboard warriors.
My “crime” according to the pitchfork mob was to suggest that young people should spend one summer in the UK — when I once went to France myself.
What a hypocrite I was!
And before I knew it, my name was trending on Twitter and my boyfriend was fielding death threats.
My brilliant friends and family rallied round and told me time and again that I should ignore it.
Trolls would be trolls, they said, and I should let it wash over me.
But after seeing what happened to Dominic Cummings and his family this weekend, I’m not at all sure they were right.
Whatever your opinion of the Prime Minister’s special adviser — and I’m no fan personally — the abuse he and his family were subjected to outside his home makes me ashamed to be a Londoner.
The mob brayed for blood all weekend, making it near impossible for his wife — or his blameless child — to enter and leave their own house in North London. Yes, it’s possible that these shrieking vigilantes truly loathe Mr Cummings But I have a sneaking suspicion that the vast majority of that mob were not actually driven by personal grievance.
In fact, I’d happily bet good money that their anger was whipped up by pondlife keyboard warriors who dedicate their lives to cultivating rage.
Which is why ignoring the trolls just won’t cut it any more.
Yes, they might be ineffectual sops who wouldn’t say boo to a goose in the real world.
But Britain in lockdown is a tinderbox of frustration and misery — and they are holding a match to it.