But while I'm kicking off about Nigel Farage and his loopy cohort of dribblers and ragers, it's worth keeping it all in proportion.
While Nutty Nige's comments this week about his admiration for Bad Vlad Putin have prompted great swooning fits and paroxysms among the commenting classes - ack, the fascism! Oh noes, left-right convergence Putinism in a Barber jacket and welly-boots etc. etc. - we should recall that ultimately, saying stupid things isn't really that much of a problem, by comparison with the humdrum of everyday politics.
For example, Nige might harbour a huge throb-on for Vlad's strapping pecs, but he hasn't yet fronted a UK mission to sell spiked bollock-shockers to the Saudi royal family - that was David Cameron, Prime Minister of the nation.
He does front ludicrous scaremongering campaigns full of oogah-boogah about Romanian immigrants, but he doesn't often blow up Afghan wedding parties with Hellfire missiles. John Reid or Geoff Hoon might fit the bill better.
He might bash on about foreign criminals, but he doesn't collude in a black prison network and so on and on - you want that nice David Miliband for that.
Which isn't to say that Nige is a nice person - plainly, he's a hateful twat wearing an unconvincing amiable-Tory-dunce outfit. But you know, he's yet to kill or jail or deport anyone, or to half-destroy an entire nation's infrastructure. It's the nice, PR-conscious mainstream politicians who do that type of thing - the Camerons and Milibands and Blairs that this week's Farage-fainters do all the lipsticking-of-pigs and euphemising for.
So you know, you can take all the Aaargh UKIP nazi nutters save yourselves stuff with a pinch of salt, when it's coming from folk who are currently thinking up their best excuses for why occupying Afghanistan for fourteen years was a capital idea.
I've no doubt that if UKIP miraculously came to power, they'd have the country looking like a cheap remake of Children of Men within six weeks but, since this outcome is only slightly more likely than the prospect of the next government being formed by a herd of super-intelligent Brontosauruses, I think I can contain my outrage for the time being.