Corbyn may be confident, but I’m positive he will lead us all into calamity
Let me get this right, sorry, left . . . whatever!
The Labour Party lost the General Election, didn’t they? They increased their share of the vote, but they took second prize, correct?
They did not become the party of UK Government, they were not even close, not even to a coalition!
The snap poll was as much a defeat for Comrade Corbyn as it was for “Wrong call” May and her insipid gaggle of Tory sycophants.
So why are Labour behaving as if they won?
Why the confident swagger, the clamour of support for a leader most of them despise.
Who knows, but one thing is for sure, the force of the dark side, the hard left, was certainly strong in Brighton last week.
Well I’m not buying it, and nor should you – we can’t afford to.
The cost for this ’70s socialist nirvana is too high.
If Corbyn’s Labour do manage to win and take power, either in Westminster or Holyrood, a place where Scottish Labour are managing on a daily basis to rewrite the definitions of the terms “two-faced “and “party political infighting” these islands will be, by their own admission, drowning in debt.
Forced into emergency IMF bail-outs and high interest borrowing because of an expected pull out of investment and run on the pound.
A race to the bottom which, when added to the chaos and high cost of pulling out of Europe, will cripple the economy and drive unemployment through the roof.
Their complete failure to bring Theresa May and her Brexiteers to account has been shameful and shocking.
And so it will be with all their campaign pledges and policies over taxation, education, the NHS, transport, social housing, re-nationalisation of energy and rail, defence, immigration, crime, the environment and Scottish independence.
You can’t believe a word they say and, more importantly, they can’t count.
Things didn’t get better under Blair or Brown’s New Labour. They got worse!
We were lied into a war and were brought to our knees by a preventable banking crisis.
In the ’70s things were so bad, with a three-day working week, rubbish piled up on the streets and the dead left unburied.
Under comrades Corbyn and McDonnell that is what will happen again, of that I have no doubt, and neither do they.
Their policies seem almost deliberately all over the place, discordant and not properly costed. As easily deniable as they are to defend.
And all wrapped up under three unifying, chanted words, a play on the Whites Stripes classic Seven Nation Army sung by a barmy army of misguided misfits and militants: “Oh . . . Jeremy Corbyn. Oh . . . Jeremy Corbyn.”
No! Bin Jeremy Corbyn!