I think comrade Corbyn has finally had a breakdown
Idon’t say this lightly, but I think comrade Corbyn has had some sort of mental breakdown. Why else would the dithery old socialist booby be mounting a bizarre class war on the capitalist running dogs in charge of the BBC? Of all the challenges facing the nation right now – Brexit, prisons in meltdown, a diabetes timebomb – Labour’s esteemed leader has chosen to focus on flushing out filthy kulaks producing The One Show and Cbeebies.
He wants broadcasters to list social classes of staff to ensure transparency and promote diversity. Huh?
For a start, class distinctions are so muddled as to be worthless as well as outmoded and intrusive. I grew up in a council house. Does that make me working class? Even though my father was a bank manager and my mother a science teacher? My plumber sends his kids to private school and has a second home in Spain. What does that make him, apart from a jammy sod?
But no matter, Chairman Jezza wants a Maoist purge of the intelligentsia.
I can see it now; public denunciations of Andrew Grahamdixon while Kirsty Wark and Evan Davis are banished to Bodmin Moor where they will spend the rest of their days breaking rocks instead of stories.
It’s not just nonsensical, it’s insulting, regressive, the rheumy-eyed vision of a has-been ideologue who can only look back, not forward. Does he really believe identifying enemies of the people among boom operators and researchers is the most pressing issue? Card-carrying Labour members, like my husband, are tearing their hair out at the way Corbyn is reducing the Left to a swamp of anti-semitism and pugnacious born-again Marxists who make Eighties militants look like morris-dancing Whigs.
It’s not just bad for the party, it’s bad for parliamentary democracy; all governments must be held to account.
In 1978, Labour MP Denis Healey witheringly observed that debating with Geoffrey Howe was like being savaged by a dead sheep. How much worse to watch your party being led over a cliff by a myopic buffoon.