Restoring me, to my rightful place

In my last post on here I was criticising Reform. Constructive criticism - hopefully - but criticism nonetheless. Now, all of a sudden, I'm back defending them. Herded by circumstance back into the fold. The reason: we have a new party in town. The long-awaited Rupert Lowe party. Its name, Restore Britain.

Naturally; instinctively; impulsively; true-to-form; I've fired off a few tweets at people.

Yet then comes the inevitable realisation:

"I'm once again getting my knickers in a twist, aren't I?"

Is this the very purpose of Restore Britain? Is it literally there to corral all the racists and oddballs into one playpen. In turn herding more moderate people like myself into the loving embrace of the real darlings.

Contrariwise, however, there's always the darker fear that Restore are there to undercut, supplant, sabotage Reform. In which case my tweets are a needed insurance.

Then, likewise, there's the more straightforward, though somewhat less plausible possibility, that all these people are just entirely sincere in their views and want an alternative political vehicle. Maybe they're all just racists and oddballs, all the way to the top? Hmm..

Either way, the key takeaway, though I've said this before, is that I need to be a bit nicer to people on Twitter. If it's all fun and games I need to play with a nod and a wink. Not with Cromwellian fury.