Our future is at stake. And not just our future. Our past. Our history. Little Middleton is a proud village with a historic tradition. Cock fighting, Morris Dancing, Bear Baiting. And okay, maybe some of these things ended years ago, and the ones that didn’t should have done, but they’re part of our heritage.
There are people who would destroy this in the name of so-called progress. Here’s the news. We say no to progress. We’re happy as we are.
That’s what this campaign is about. Protecting the past from the future. Saving Little Middleton.
Saving it from those who would make it part of something bigger. Middleton Garden City, a sprawling metropolis, with this village just a tiny part.
We don’t want to be a tiny part of something big. We want to be a big part of something tiny.
They think they can win us over with their promises of a brighter future. They don’t get it. We don’t want a brighter future. Well, we do, but not the brighter future that they’re offering. We want our own brighter future, even if we don’t know what it is yet, because it will be ours. A darker brighter future that we own, not a lighter brighter future that they’ve given us.
It should surprise me that all these college lecturers, professors and so-called intellectuals don’t understand this, but it doesn’t. They’re looking after themselves.
That’s why they keep repeating the same long-winded rambling messages and saying we’re stupid and this is doomed to failure. But we’ve got a message for them. And our message is a simple one. You don’t need a degree to understand it. Our message is, Stop. The time for debate has gone. We don’t need intellectuals. We’ve called time on intelligence.
I don’t care if they think this campaign will isolate us. It’s not about them and what they think. It’s about my constituents, and what they think. It’s their truth, not that of some stuffy academic from somewhere they’ve never been too.
That’s why people like us. We’re giving politics back to the people, away from the stuffy corridors of Whitehall and endless committee rooms where nothing gets done.
That’s why it’s no surprise that these people are saying we’re wrong. It’s their cosy playhouse we’re pulling down. Their bleating and moaning is the last sounds of a sick dying animal being put out of its misery.
I’m fed up of hearing people tell me that’s a bad thing, that it’s handing over control to the mob. I’ve got news for them, we’ve had a mob running this country for decades. An elitist mob with nothing in common with the people they claim to represent. We’re changing that, and we’re changing it for something better.
We’re putting the past to bed, serving it a notice to quit, evicting them from their ivory towers and moving in.
People say populism is a scourge. That it needs to be stopped. I say come to Little Middleton and see what happens when it isn’t. You’ll change your mind. I’ll stake my life on it.
There are people who would destroy this in the name of so-called progress. Here’s the news. We say no to progress. We’re happy as we are.
That’s what this campaign is about. Protecting the past from the future. Saving Little Middleton.
Saving it from those who would make it part of something bigger. Middleton Garden City, a sprawling metropolis, with this village just a tiny part.
We don’t want to be a tiny part of something big. We want to be a big part of something tiny.
They think they can win us over with their promises of a brighter future. They don’t get it. We don’t want a brighter future. Well, we do, but not the brighter future that they’re offering. We want our own brighter future, even if we don’t know what it is yet, because it will be ours. A darker brighter future that we own, not a lighter brighter future that they’ve given us.
It should surprise me that all these college lecturers, professors and so-called intellectuals don’t understand this, but it doesn’t. They’re looking after themselves.
That’s why they keep repeating the same long-winded rambling messages and saying we’re stupid and this is doomed to failure. But we’ve got a message for them. And our message is a simple one. You don’t need a degree to understand it. Our message is, Stop. The time for debate has gone. We don’t need intellectuals. We’ve called time on intelligence.
I don’t care if they think this campaign will isolate us. It’s not about them and what they think. It’s about my constituents, and what they think. It’s their truth, not that of some stuffy academic from somewhere they’ve never been too.
That’s why people like us. We’re giving politics back to the people, away from the stuffy corridors of Whitehall and endless committee rooms where nothing gets done.
That’s why it’s no surprise that these people are saying we’re wrong. It’s their cosy playhouse we’re pulling down. Their bleating and moaning is the last sounds of a sick dying animal being put out of its misery.
I’m fed up of hearing people tell me that’s a bad thing, that it’s handing over control to the mob. I’ve got news for them, we’ve had a mob running this country for decades. An elitist mob with nothing in common with the people they claim to represent. We’re changing that, and we’re changing it for something better.
We’re putting the past to bed, serving it a notice to quit, evicting them from their ivory towers and moving in.
People say populism is a scourge. That it needs to be stopped. I say come to Little Middleton and see what happens when it isn’t. You’ll change your mind. I’ll stake my life on it.
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