‘Tonight I will oppose both compulsory vaccines for NHS staff, and the introduction of vaccine passports. Both measures are counterproductive and will create division when we need cooperation and unity’ – Jeremy Corbyn, House of Commons, December 14, 2021
OH the joy! Oh the hope! Oh the excitement! The Conservative Party, for which I canvassed, had just won a famous victory. We had a leader with charisma and libertarian instincts supported by an unassailable 80-seat majority.
Oh the misery! Oh the disappointment! Oh the horror! The Conservative Party has to rely on the spineless collaborator Starmer to impose repressive mandates. Our leader is revealed to be a bloated WEF puppet who has split his party.
What if Jeremy had been Prime Minister?
Would Diane Abbott have made any more of a hash of immigration than Priti Patel?
Would Emily Thornberry have been less diligent about the Afghanistan debacle than Dominic Raab?
Would Jonathan Ashworth be a worse Health Secretary than Hancock or Javid?
What about John McDonnell’s management of the economy? Because of the Government’s overreaction to the so-called pandemic the National Debt is on course to rise well over £3trillion.
A Labour government would very likely have spent a similar amount but might well have quickly committed it to more worthwhile causes and more tangible assets. Leaving far less to fritter away on furlough, Covid grants, Test and Trace and the like.
Best of all, like him or loathe him, Corbyn is a man with principles. He is an outsider, much like Margaret Thatcher. He is not ‘clubbable’ like Blair, Cameron, Major, May or Johnson. I cannot imagine him being involved with multiple lockdown parties.
My guess is that he has a healthy distrust of Big Pharma, Gates, Schwab and their comrades. His brother might even have persuaded him to disavow the virtue-signalling hyenas who think that electric cars and heat pumps are sensible responses to a confected problem.
His votes against compulsory vaccinations for NHS staff and vaccine passports impel me to clear my throat and confound my prejudices to sing . . . ‘Oh, Jeremy Corbyn, oh, Jeremy Corbyn’.
