Scruffy Jezza doesn’t respect
IT’S several days on from Armistice Day and I am still bloody furious at Jeremy Corbyn.
I know a huge fuss is exactly what this poisonous cut-price Catweazle wanted but I just can’t help it.
How dare he turn up wearing a scruffy hooded anorak to the Cenotaph? With a poppy so tiny it looked like a sniper’s target red dot?
If you don’t want to be there matey just don’t go and explain your reasons. Do not use the deaths of nearly 900,000 brave souls and the tears of millions to score political points.
This year’s services meant so much more and Saturday’s Royal Festival Hall Festival of Remembrance was impossible to sit through without shedding a tear.
Incredibly Corbynistas feel anyone offended by their beloved leader is in the wrong.
And possibly a Nazi. Um, yeah because we’re getting upset over disrespecting those who gave their lives fighting the real Nazis.
Go figure.
And as for the other arguments: No I don’t think warmongering Tony Blair should have been there; Prince Edward’s medals are probably services to Musical Theatre otherwise no idea; And NO it’s not just about the style of bloody coat.
It’s about respect. And if you’re still getting your Jezza red knickers in a twist just ask yourself this: Would you go to your parent’s funeral in a trackie?
Thought not.