In its periods of success Labour’s appeal has been its ability to do these things: Provide practical help to working people and the poor. To offer intellectuals and visionaries (like me) a glimpse of a better future, and to make sure people trust them with the nation’s security.
The great Clement Attlee did all three. I look at Jeremy Corbyn and despair.
Former Labour MP Margaret Beckett has called the Corbynistas a fan club, and a fan club is not the same thing as a political party.
They are so deluded and naive it defies belief, but they’ve captured the party we voted for in 1945, 1966 and 1997.
Idealism is fine, but a dose of common sense is needed.
The adulation of the faithful has gone to Jeremy’s head.
Can he win Scotland back from the SNP?
Can he make any headway in the Tory ‘shires’?
Corbynistas enjoy the rallies and demonstrations because they remind them of their student days.
People who’d vote for Miliband or Corbyn as their leader can’t be serious about gaining power.
They prefer being on the moral high ground rather than the business of government – good job we’re comfortably well-off under the Tories.