What hope is there for Labour while the far-left munchkins of Momentum still hold all the power?
HEY – here’s a plan. For just two quid you can join the Labour Party and vote in their leadership election.
Let’s all sign up and vote for someone who’ll keep them out of power for the next decade or two.
I say two quid. It’s more if you’re working. But just tell them you’re unemployed or a student. They won’t check. Most of their current members are one or the other.
And look who you have to choose from! Such a rich tapestry of political brilliance.
David Lammy! Yay! The man who hates the police stop and search policy. A man who will brand you a racist before you’ve even opened your mouth.
Richard Burgon! A plank of wood into which a village idiot has drilled two eyes and a mouth. Rebecca Long-Bailey — so inept even her own party members refer to her as Rebecca Wrong Daily.
We could even co-ordinate and demand that they keep Magic Grandpa as boss. I mean, the party still seems to be in a state of denial. It was nothing to do with Corbyn! The voters loved him and loved our policies! We only didn’t win because of, er, Tory lies. The voters are thick, you see. Oh — and Brexit.
IDIOTIC CORBYN
For a very long time I was a member of the Labour Party. The main reason I left is the main reason nobody voted for it this time around. It is no longer the party of the poor and the working class.
It has become a fringe group for metropolitan, middle-class liberals.
Look at the only places it did well. Cambridge, Putney, Canterbury. Ha, bring on the revolution, then.
“Are we manning the barricades, Cressida? Can I finish my Yakult first?”
In a sense it doesn’t really matter who wins their leadership race. Labour lost not just because of the idiotic Corbyn or because of Brexit. It goes far deeper than that.
It is the culture of the party. It despises everything its old voter base stands for. Even the moderates.
It cannot abide patriotism, for a start. Its old voters are rather proud of Britain, and what Britain stands for. Corbyn and his allies hate our country.
The traditional Labour voters believe in the traditional family, too. They have no time for identity politics and political correctness. They want a better deal, but don’t buy into all of the infantile agit-prop that goes along with today’s Labour Party.
How the hell do you change that when the far-Left munchkins of Momentum still hold all the power?
There are still good people in the Labour Party. Some of them — like the brilliant Caroline Flint — lost their seats last week because of what Labour has become.
STILL DELUDED
Look at it now. Corbyn is STILL the leader. There is nothing they can do to get rid of him. He’s called for a period of reflection. It didn’t take the voters very long to reflect, did it?
We need a new party which represents working class people, especially away from London. That’s why I joined the Social Democratic Party.
And we can happily leave the Labour Party to its “reflections”. Its support for terrorists, its loathing of the West. It STILL thinks it got its policies right.
Even with a new leader it will still be terminally deluded.
A class act on BBC 'bias'
SO, is the BBC biased?
Welsh gob on a stick Huw Edwards thinks it is impeccably neutral. But then he would, wouldn’t he? But don’t take my word for it.
Here’s the brilliant ex BBC journo and newsreader Michael Buerk, writing in the magazine The Critic. “ . . . all the presenters on the Today programme have been privately educated, like an astonishingly high proportion of the BBC’s editorial and production staff.”
He added: “These are uniformly bright, urban, young, well-educated arts graduates who have moved smoothly from one liberal institution to another. With little understanding of, or sympathy for, industry, business, the countryside or of course Brexiteers.”
As Buerk pointed out, the BBC’s worldview is formed by the people who work for it.
An estimated 95 per cent of them were against Brexit and there are plenty of objective studies which bear out a huge bias against Brexit.
Go get ’em, BoJo.
Car-tastrophe
MY friend has just had her Christmas ruined. A bunch of scumbags stole the catalytic converter from her car while it was parked at Sainsbury’s.
They’re about £2,000 to replace and you can’t drive without one. I had no idea this was a “thing” – but it certainly is. You can buy security locks for them – but they’re not much good. My friend had one.
The advice is to always park where there are lots of people nearby (um – Sainsbury’s, Christmas?).
And in a well lit area. With the back of the car as close to a fence or kerb as possible.
Anyway, if someone sidles up to you in the pub and offers you a catalytic converter for a ton, here’s what to do.
Kick him in the penkies and shove the converter as far up his rectum as is humanly possible.
He’ll be passing incredibly clean wind, regardless of how many sprouts he eats.
Lauren's TV poison
IS it possible to be more thick than Lauren Goodger? If so, how?
The Towie “star” got caught in a sting by the BBC. She was filmed endorsing a supposed health drink called Cyanora.
She was told the product contained hydrogen cyanide, one of the most lethal substances known to mankind. But not known to Lauren, apparently.
She was perfectly happy to give it her blessing. She admitted she’d never tried it (more’s the pity). But then she also admitted she had never tried another product she had endorsed.
Listen. Never believe TV personalities, actors, singers, etc.
Don’t believe them when they tell you what way to vote. Don’t believe them when they’re trying to flog you something. For the most part they’re just greedy and thick as a plate of mince.
Dommo dunnit
OH what a pleasure it was to walk around a nice liberal, middle-class area of London last weekend singing: “Ohhhhhh Jeremy Corbyn!”
The looks of hatred! I suppose it’s wrong to take pleasure in other people’s misery. But sometimes I can’t help it. Years of being told we’re all bigoted, racist and uneducated, I suppose.
My wife said she was more thrilled by the election result than she was by the birth of our daughter, which I think is pushing it a bit.
Anyway, Boris Johnson has proven that he is a very canny politician indeed.
He won the Mayor of London elections twice – by wooing the most right-on liberal electorate in Europe. And then he appealed to exactly the opposite tranche of voters to win the election last week.
Huge credit, mind, to his adviser Dominic Cummings. A very sharp bloke – and from the North East. He never had any doubts about the result.
Not so smart
PSYCHOLOGY lecturer Dr Sonja Falck thinks that calling someone a “nerd” or a “smarty-pants” should be made a hate crime.
It could have serious repercussions for people later on in life, she suggested.
What, being called a “smarty-pants”? If you end up troubled by having been called something like that 20 years previously, I would argue that your problems lie a lot deeper and were not actually caused by the insult.
Shouldn’t we be trying to instil a degree of resilience among you people? Rather than feeling “triggered” at every single thing that’s said to them?
Time to sanction Turkey
TURKEY is rapidly becoming the pariah state of the world.
Its horrible government allows the genocidal terrorists Hamas to plot attacks on Israel from within Istanbul.
The Turkish leader, Recep Erdogan, recently rolled out the red carpet for the Islamist maniacs of Hamas.
A few years ago we were anxious to welcome Turkey into the European Union.
Now we should impose sanctions on the country.
Friends of anti-Jewish terrorists are no friends of ours.
Going to be lovely
CHRISTMAS is the time of year when you open a bottle from the fridge expecting a nice glass of wine and it’s actually the wife’s non-alcoholic “Christmas Mulled Berry Punch”, which tastes like a Moroccan’s gusset.
The time of year when the rellies turn up, like not very wise men, each bearing their present of a bloody panettone which nobody anywhere will eat.
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When the awful Lonely This Christmas, by Mud, gets dragged out of its tomb – I’ve hated that song for 45 years.
When good, God-fearing Christian people kick the s**t out of each other in an attempt to secure the last PlayStation, or something, in the sales. Ah well. There are compensations, I suppose.
Half a day off work spent with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and some Mon Cheri liqueurs in my tightly locked office watching a rerun of Millwall beating Arsenal at Highbury in 1995. Can’t top that.
It’s been a helluva year – hope you all have a lovely Christmas Day and get all that you wished for. x
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