There are people you really wouldn’t want to share a two-person tent with. The British political bombshell Nigel Farage is such a person. Uncomfortably loud, always demanding the highest level of attention, occasionally vulgar and one who divides much more than he brings together.
The television station ITV is said to have offered the 59-year-old right-wing populist more than one million euros to move into the jungle camp. “I’m a Celebrity… Get Me out of Here!” has existed in the UK longer than “I’m a Celebrity – Get Me Out of Here!” in Germany – and the fact that this nonsense is still a ratings success today is one of humanity’s great mysteries.
So far, it has mainly been D-list celebrities from international show business who have met in the Australian jungle. They had to endure snakes, cockroaches and bull testicles, but most of all themselves. The fact that the spectrum of candidates now seems to be expanding to include politicians is of course a headache for media-critical humanists.
Yes, of course, in this column we always want to be “the best things” and that’s why we are proposing to rename the TV format to “I’m a populist – just leave me in!” before. Under this title you would think of a whole series of current people seducers who you would like to see sitting next to each other in the beetle bath. Those who sell mugshots of themselves on coffee cups or don’t recognize elections. Or those who poison their opponents or send them to prison camps as soon as they fear for their power. Of course also their ridiculous homophobic, anti-democratic and inflammatory vassals from various small states. Yes, you would like it if such egocentric people drove each other crazy in a two-person tent. If they were no longer able to close their eyes, if not because they were ashamed of themselves, but because of some ridiculous giant spiders. Really, that would be great fun.
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