Does fame take the blame for Clinton’s endgame?

If I were a political think-tanker, I would be crystal clear when it comes to celebrity endorsements: avoid them at your peril. It might have worked for John F Kennedy to blare out a re-recording of High Hopes by Frank Sinatra, but in the modern political era it seems that the people vote against the celebrity’s favourite.

Sitting from my quaint, rural English cubbyhole, watching Beyonce, Jay Z, George Clooney, Katy Perry, Amy Schumer, Sarah Silverman and a whole host of inconsequential, bum-kissing elitist morons support Hillary Clinton at every juncture makes me instinctively reach for my sick bucket. I don’t wish to tar everyone with the same brush, but a lot of people don’t like being patronised and told how to vote by someone who never has to worry about where the next meal is coming from, or worry about the consequences of their vote.

The majority of the American electorate decided to ignore their show-business elite and elected Donald Trump, whose celebrity endorsements were outnumbered by Clinton’s.

And Clinton has lost.

Does this remind you of something?

This summer, us Brits were subjected to lectures from a lot of its showbiz hierarchy about the importance of voting for us to remain in the European Union. Sir Elton John, David Beckham, JK Rowling (who compared Leave voters to a villainous fictional character with magical powers she wrote), Benedict Cumberbatch, and even Sir Stephen Hawking were just a handful of many public figures who formed an orderly queue to condescend upon us that leaving the EU would be a disaster, that we were too weak and pathetic a country to survive on our own. Did the British people listen?

Did they heck.

The number of goals you’ve scored for England, songs you’ve recorded, pithy books about wizards you’ve written or even the years you’ve spent researching general relativity are inconsequential if you tell members of the public through television, newspapers or the many platforms of social media that you must vote one way and come across that thinking for yourself is a sign of stupidity and/or madness.

Of course, the price the public pay for their choice is listening to the same people sorely losing. For your enjoyment, here’s a collection of the finest from Brexit.

I hear Sunderland's nice
I hear Sunderland’s nice
Ridiculously wealthy man thinks he speaks for a generation.
Ridiculously wealthy man thinks he speaks for a generation.
Expelliarmus European Union
Expelliarmus European Union
Turning on the radio and wondering if your new song is going to come on. Now that's fear, Ellie
Turning on the radio and wondering if your new song is going to come on. Now that’s fear, Ellie

It really takes a work to describe the vulgarity and self-importance of these sort of famous folk. If they’ve learned anything, it’s that they ought to keep their lips sealed and fingers away from keyboards the next time they support a cavalcade of globalism to help line their ever-deepening pockets.

The upshot? Simple. The ordinary folk like celebrities to flog them a car, a smartphone, a computer or even a can of Diet Coke, but flog them a future? They can make their own minds up.


Jack Smith

About Jack Smith

Jack is from Hampshire, England, who has recently entered into the foray of political reporting, with a background primarily in sports journalism, in which he has interviewed Formula 1 drivers and British soccer stars. Jack is a supporter of the UK Independence Party and campaigned for ‘Brexit’, his particular interests being British politics and political campaign analysis. A keen poet, Jack has performed frequently in his home town in-front of small audiences of left-wing creative writers, who he is disappointed not to have offended yet.