Nigel Farage has made a run. The UKIP politician and great promoter of Brexit has been recycled as a contestant on a reality show of survivors. Specifically, I’m a celebrity… get me out of here!, in which a select group of boxers, actresses, singers and other creatures of British TV are subjected to tough tests in the Australian jungle. For example, feeding on pig vagina, camel penis, tarantulas and fish eyes (raw). Farage played a good role in this tiberi, which ended last Sunday. He came third!
I don’t understand the appeal it has for the television audience (in this case, 8.3 million people daily) to see such subjects go through all the colors. Unless they have tyrria. I do understand the attraction for Farage to be on the show: he paid a million and a half pounds. It is no small reward for someone who did so much to make life difficult for his compatriots. To me, their participation does not attract or surprise me. Perhaps the jungle is the natural habitat of Farage, who lied profusely and attacked migrants to get Brexit.
On the same Sunday that this reality show ended, Santiago Abascal predicted that Pedro Sánchez might end up hanging from his feet. The next day, at the presentation of the president’s latest book, Jorge Javier Vázquez said that the television program that seemed most suitable for Sánchez was a reality show about survivors. I understand the jocular spirit of this opinion, but I do not share the content: the day Sánchez ceases to survive as president of the Spanish Government, it is more likely that he will end up in a European body than in the jungle.
I wouldn’t say the same about Abascal, with an aggressiveness that is already very wild. I do see him in the jungle, as good and comfortable as at home. And, if they pay him money to go there, even more.
