The Party's Over (27/06/16)
Matthew Norman is a supporter of Jeremy Corbyn, but uses his column in The Independent to tell the Labour leader that the party's over and it's time for him to go.
Tom Watson, by the way, is a big pal of Len McCluskey, the boss of Unite, so expect the human shield of Britain's union bosses (Bubs) to be stood down any time now.
http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/the-labour-party-is-over-and-jeremy-corbyns-stupidity-brought-it-down-a7104236.html
The Labour Party is over and Jeremy Corbyn's stupidity brought it down
Being a decent chap with values shared by young idealists and old lefties like me is not enough. It is not the beginning of enough
By Matthew Norman - The Independent
Tom Watson, Labour’s deputy leader, right, said Mr Cameron’s broken promise on the issue would “yet again weaken the public trust in politics” (Getty) Getty
I hope Tom Watson had a relaxing weekend. If this apparently trivial news evaded you in all the high excitement of life in a political post-nuclear age, be consoled that Labour’s deputy leader has been at Glastonbury. At 4am on Sunday morning, a few hours after Hilary Benn’s sacking and a few hours before the launch of the attempted coup against Jeremy Corbyn, Watson was at a Glasto silent disco.
What to say of this? That’s not rhetorical. It is a literal request for advice on Twitter because I simply do not know.
What words I have I can’t use on decency grounds, either because they’re either too coarse, or involve fantasies involving Watston and blunt instruments which might interest our adorably literal-minded police.
Excuse me now if I meditate in the hope of calming myself enough to find words that may be used. Om om om om ommm, om om om om ommm, om om om om ommm. And so ommm and so hmmm.
I hope Tom Watson had a relaxing weekend. If this apparently trivial news evaded you in all the high excitement of life in a political post-nuclear age, be consoled that Labour’s deputy leader has been at Glastonbury. At 4am on Sunday morning, a few hours after Hilary Benn’s sacking and a few hours before the launch of the attempted coup against Jeremy Corbyn, Watson was at a Glasto silent disco.
What to say of this? That’s not rhetorical. It is a literal request for advice on Twitter because I simply do not know.
What words I have I can’t use on decency grounds, either because they’re either too coarse, or involve fantasies involving Watston and blunt instruments which might interest our adorably literal-minded police.
Excuse me now if I meditate in the hope of calming myself enough to find words that may be used. Om om om om ommm, om om om om ommm, om om om om ommm. And so ommm and so hmmm.
