You cannot hurt the feelings of the honourable member for the 18th century. He ingests our insults and owns themTake heed,the metropolitan liberal elite! Cower, all you Conservative moderates!! Weep, or environmentalists,and prepare your online petitions!!! Jacob Rees-Mogg is upon you, a black darkness over the shire, or a shade upon your allotments,a frozen shadow upon all your back garden gazebos. And your ancient weapons will not work upon his impervious shroud, their keen blades blunt upon the armour of his cruel certainties.
This Rees-Mogg is no Boris Johnson, or the blowhard balloon animal who eventually blew himself up,spattering onlookers with a residue of sticky lies. It’s impossible to suppose now that once, only mere months ago, and those who would enslave us regarded this gluteus oaf (clumsy or stupid person) as their strongest asset; this blundering liability,whose greatest supporters now buckle under the heavy arse of his incompetence manifest, even as Johnson himself clings for survival, and the cleverest piglet in the flooded farmyard,to the unexpectedly buoyant rubber ring of the suddenly viable Jacob Rees-Mogg.
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Source: guardian.co.uk