Emboldened by
the accidental election of an unreconstructed cold war social justice warrior
to keep the leader’s seat warm until somebody suited to the twenty-first
century can be found, Labour’s left have been doing their level best to bring Her
Majesty’s Opposition thoroughly into disrepute. Jeremy Corbyn is a one-man
parody of communism; quite why he needs ‘Ronnell’ McDonnell to drive home the
point is not fully understood. Anyway, they got what they voted for and now it’s
all the Tories can do to keep from laughing their socks off at every PMQs.
Yesterday was a case in point.
Things have come
to a pretty pass when the best the left can do is howl in protest at the use of
a perfectly reasonable collective noun. A bunch of tourists, a bunch of
schoolkids, a bunch of journalists, a bunch of MPs, even; all are fine. But
refer to a bunch of migrants – even if they are very much bunched together –
and you get howled down by a bellend of back-benchers. It can only be a matter of
time before the representatives of Fyffes descend on parliament en-masse and
demand protected status for the term and its application to bananas. Bunchgate,
they called it, inevitably.
The war on words
gets ever more desperate and its warriors get ever more pathetic as they search
for meaning where none exists; or else they fall into traps set by those who
know how to push their buttons. By most measures the traditional average Labour
supporter is a knee-jerk man, quick to anger and unrepentant. But New Labour
changed much of that as slick Willy’s sidekick Tony ‘Blur’ adopted the spin and
finessing traditionally associated with oily PR types and began weaving an
enchantment of ignorance over the land. His work, it appears, is done.
Unite Against
Fascism – ironically the unthinking stormtrooper thugs, the Schutzstaffel
of the offence whore brigade – even organised an impromptu ‘emergency protest’ outside Downing Street. Presumably they intended to protest at the correct use of English because it
oppresses those not born to the mother tongue? It would be no less fabricated
than their other crusades against perfectly normal, well-adjusted people
expressing their views. What a bunch of morons; or is it a clutch of cunts? It’s
hard to know what’s acceptable any more.
While it is obviously
hilarious, seeing the faux fury whipped up by the impotent, right-on morons of
the politically correct, professional offence-takers, it is a sad indictment of
our infantile opposition that, in the absence of anything resembling coherent
policy, they stoop so low that the targets on their oh-so-hurt butts are almost
irresistible. When their trigger threshold is set so sensitively it’s hard to
know what will be next. Ban youth ‘clubs’ because it might encourage child
abuse? None of this semantic bullshit offers any hope for solutions; typical
leftism, to tinker with the terminology while ignoring the threat.
Corbyn names his new bunch of front-benchers...
In a sane world
this latest cartoon version of Labour would be laughed out of court but it appears
there are still plenty of infantile perpetual-student activists willing to
explore the zanier regions of identity politics and other such distractions,
presumably because they have yet to earn their living by working in
identifiably worthwhile professions. I don’t need to imagine an Orwellian
dystopia of totalitarian misrule; I can see it crystallised in every attempt by
the Corbynites to do anything but engage in grown-up politics. What a bunch of
losers.
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