Sunday, September 13, 2015

The Winter Palace has been stormed.

WELL IT WAS A HANDSOME VICTORY with nearly 60 per cent of the vote. The second preferences did not matter. Jeremy Corbyn, the dishevelled antidote to the plastic creations of media stylists, and coaches that all the three main parties employ to brush over their lack of substance, passes Corbyn by; his indifference is admirable and I hope infectious among other politicians. These Mandelsonian practices deserve an early burial: tarting-up before dissembling to the media and the public has been at the centre Peter Mandelson's Machiavellian art; and was the interior designer of New Labour during the Blair years and was taken up by New Conservatism under Cameron.
                
                 But this is as far as I will go in agreeing with Corbyn (except, that is, upon the small matter of our leaving the European Union; which he may yet prove to be more of a hindrance than a help to that noble cause): those who support this character repeat time after time that he represents what they refer to as the new politics. You can gain the nature of his support from the caravans of supporters who follow him about; the demographic appears to comprise of young, in the main students, or Lefty baby-boomer's like myself (only during the 1960s and 1970s) who have lived long enough, and know that there is nothing 'new' in the kind of politics Corbyn is preaching: while others are probably public sector workers.
                
                I do not support Corbyn but those of my age (I am 65) who do so are sad figures who after being shown throughout their lives the failure not only in terms of socialist economics; but in the suffering and deaths it unleashes upon the society it governs (which surpasses even those that have died under capitalism), they still persist in believing there to be fairies at the bottom of the garden; as will in time, those impressionable young and naive idealists who voted for Corbyn as the next Labour Party leader.
               
                It is only the young and naive idealistic students whose lack of awareness or knowledge of the history of Marxist and democratic socialism; and the ruin it wrought upon whatever society, usually through revolution it emerged; they are profoundly ignorant of. There is nothing 'new' about Corbyn's politics. Ideologically speaking, his socialism has a dark and brutal history. This Myshkin-like figure that has now been anointed is like all innocents ignorant of the ways of human nature, sure to add to the sum total of human misery. Corbyn is not a bad man. His intentions, he believes, will improve (like Hugo Chavez in Venezuela) the conditions of the common man (once known as the working class by socialists).
                
                We can always forgive the young for their ill-mapped views. They are, after all, young; and because of this we treat them with kid gloves. But I have lived long enough – long enough to have been a Marxist in my youth who was a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain; who was emotionally, rather than intellectually driven by the idea of revolution – although I read copiously Marxist literature. Historical materialism and the dialectics of nature, described laughingly by Marx himself as 'scientific' socialism; I absorbed it like the romantic revolutionary I was. I read such Marxist directed novels as Sartre's three volumes, Age of Reason, Jack London's The Iron Heel, and of course that old Marxist working class favourite, The Ragged Trouser Philanthropist, with its simplistic antidote to Edwardian capitalism.

JEREMY CORBYN is artlessness writ large. His ingenuousness has caught the imagination of his supporters who believe, rightly, that he says what he thinks, and he thinks what he says. Well I would agree. Corbyn cannot believe where he is: from back-biting his own party leaders from his own back benches, whether in opposition or in power: he has now been promoted to a position that could make him prime minister.
                
                 Corbyn has always been the back-bench heckler in the game of politics: at 66 he now has to become the decision maker rather than the critic of decisions made. His life will change dramatically from the leisurely existence on the back benches as an occasional critic of his own party in government. He will now have to put in many exhaustive hours as leader of his party if he wishes to give his party any chance of winning the next election. He will become the enemy of 90 percent of the media whom he made continued critical references to in his victory speech. If he thinks he can win an election without the support of any part of the media he had better prepare his party for opposition after the next election. Even the Guardian refused to back him. He represents only the gilded 'children of the revolution'[1].
                
                 His speech today was Bennite and could have been presented on any university campus in the 1960's. There were no new politics; but an attempt by socialism, after Blair's New Labour, to reassert itself once more with the usual damage that will accompany it.
                
                  As far as politics are concerned I have never in my 65 years come across a young generation so ignorant of the nefarious practices of socialism. In its mildest form, which is within a competitive democracy, where it has to sublimate its socialist ambition to the will of the people, socialism has had to squander its social imperiousness to become a mere actor on the democratic stage - thus was born social democracy. Corbyn is no social democrat or he would have left his party to join the Social Democratic Party that resulted from the Labour schism in the 1980s.
                
                   Corbyn is no social-democrat. To him it would be like watering down the socialist beer; a flavour he believes unsurpassable in taste as far as a true socialist party is concerned. Corbyn has the true socialist grit – with him you get the real thing. Corbynomics is fantasy and can drag the country further into ruin (and at the moment, there is little further to drop).
                
                       Jeremy Corbyn, if he ever gains power in this country; then we will need a Cromwell to halt his digression of the UK into the arms of the third world. I do not think for one moment that he will govern this nation unless the Tories fowl up spectacularly. But if through some at first ill-perceived likelihood, he manages the task. Then the UK people will be at war with



[1] A reference to the lyrics of T-Rex who also knew little of what they were talking about.

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