The knee takes its own scalp
Bitterly resentful of Brexit and those who voted for it, Labour's leader surrendered to the Cenotaph-defacers and sided with Mr. Meghan Markle and his ginger wife. What could possibly go wrong?
I SUPPOSE SOME OF US - at a push - would have once considered Sir Keir ‘Keith’ Starmer as a faintly credible fixture - at least in the broadest, most sympathetic political application of the word. Less greasy than Tony Blair or Peter Mandelson, more intelligent than Jeremy Corbyn (doesn’t say much), more even-tempered than Gordon Brown, Keith emerged from the glossier side of the human rights defense world - the one they make crappy, unconvincing films about. But today that is distant history.
Two relatively simple explanations demolish the need for a forensic examination of how things went so spectacularly mental last night resulting in Labour losing one of its iconic northern seats.
The first is obvious: at what cost the rona? When the scrambling Conservative government started subjecting the public to a group of unelected, ideologically retarded, conflicted, hostile and rivalrous academics known as SAGE, Keith did nothing. When draconian laws were thrust upon citizens and police from all over the country started kicking down pensioner’s doors, Keith did nothing. When it was revealed that the British government was suddenly the largest media spend client in the country, Keith did nothing. Then nothing mutated; forget challenging the government on its worst excesses, he agitated for more - more lockdowns, more penalties, more surveillance.
The second was the decision he or his advisors took, on the 8th of June last year, to be photographed on one knee ‘in solidarity with Black Lives Matter’. Here was his opportunity to defend people like Nick Buckley against potentially fatal claims - to lance the wild accusation of racism without evidence. But instead he doubled down: when Labour voters outside of London saw the photo, they saw the man entrusted with their party’s leadership pointing a menacing finger at them: ‘racist!’
It explains a great deal of the Blue-Anon-CNN-type wokeshit madness infecting the Westminster political advisory bubble that not a single person in the room sought to arrest the events that resulted in this. Of the army of special advisors, parliamentary assistants, party gofers - not one individual to suspend the hysteria peeling off the walls with: ‘ok ok, let’s just all calm down a bit here: is it really that good of an idea to submit to this unpopular, out-of-control death cult? Really?’
This morning Keith left his home without responding to the reporters assembled outside. Perhaps he was lamenting his own decisions - but more likely, and more consistent with the features of modern parasitic thinking - blaming the narrow conditions enforced upon him. Annoyingly and unjustifiably, conservatives will be smug: despite rampant cronyism accompanied by the infantile clownishness of so many of their MPs, they’ll accept today’s results as determination of a job done well.
Those whom the Gods wish to destroy, the old proverb says, first they make mad.