You may not have heard of the Al-Zebabist Nation of OOOG, but the party is standing in the constituency of South Thanet against Nigel Farage, leader of Ukip.
As part of a series looking at minor parties in the 2015 general election, IBTimes UK spoke to Al-Zebabist Nation of OOOG to try and find out what it's all about.
I am Prophet Zebadiah Abu Obadiah, leader of Al-Zebabist Nation of OOOG.
It is the political wing of the Church of Jezebelian Zebaists. We are a politico-religious organisation that receives instruction from our creator, the zeavenly OOOG. We are also a registered political party that is contesting the general election in South Thanet.
While we are headquartered in Thanet and are originally from here, we have cells all over the UK and in many parts of the developing world. We maintain close links with other international radical groups and communicate regularly with our counterparts in the global subaltern.
Once power has been seized (regardless of the outcome of the election), we will peacefully annihilate the town of Broadstairs. Broadstairs is the seat of British fascism - it was home to Mosely's British Union of Fascists, countless Nazi agents and is a cancer on the Isle of Thanet.
While Broadstairs is being split between Margate and Ramsgate and the population brought under control, the River Wantsum will be reflooded. This will separate the Isle of Thanet from the mainland, as we have been in previous centuries.
Internal and external sovereignty being achieved, our control of the newly formed Afro-Thanetian Zaliphate can be consolidated. Naturally the way in which all this shall be achieved will remain a secret - but our independence will be a platform for a physical, symbolic and epistemic assault on England and the concept of Englishness.
Hope does not come into it. Our victory has been prophesied in a vision revealed to me by OOOG.
Nigel Farage and his minions are merely one head of the hydra that is White hegemony. Yes, he may be beheaded - but many more like him will burst forth until the rotten stem of British post-colonial Imperialism and self-aggrandisement is itself severed and sealed with flames.
There will be a thousand Nigels until the myth of Britishness is destroyed - Britain is nothing to be proud of, or defended, or fought for. Britain's manifest destiny is a cheap foundation smeared across over the smashed face of history - a face whose current squalor has stuffed our coffers and made us the bloated fiefdom we see today.
Nigel? Nigel is nothing. He is but a slightly more sulfurous zephyr than the other fumes - fumes which make up this suffocating White mist that ensnares our children.