Kemi Badenoch has looked across the Atlantic and, seen a chainsaw-wielding reactionary wreck his country’s economy, shred the welfare state, and declare war on the poor, and thought: yes, that’s the future. Not for Argentina. For Britain.
Here we have a desperate party in terminal decline clinging to imported strongman aesthetics to cover for its own political bankruptcy. Milei slashes; Badenoch smirks. It’s Thatcherism turned into theatre.
If you thought Robert Jenrick was as mad as a box of frogs, banging on about the “decline of the white British population” like he’s canvassing with Mein Kampf under his arm. Badenoch is now looking to claim the crown. She is doing it by modelling herself on a man who talks to his dead dog and slashes food subsidies with glee.
What Milei has done in Argentina is not “hope”, it is chaos: food prices through the roof, schools underfunded, whole sections of society plunged into poverty overnight. Badenoch wants to make that her model. While amazingly claiming to be the grown-up in the room.
She says Farage is “bullshitting” but then praises a man who made headlines hurling insults at journalists, talking to his dead dog, and promising to abolish the central bank. This is the intellectual level we’re dealing with.
Britain doesn’t need an Argentinian cosplay act with a British accent. It needs social housing, jobs, decent schools, and an NHS that isn’t collapsing. But all the Tories have left is spectacle: Milei with a Union Jack.
This is not a serious politics, and every moment we spend entertaining it is a moment lost to the real crises tearing through people’s lives.
