Who’d have thought that there could possibly be a worse Corbyn than Jeremy, that elderly Jew-hating hard left crank who ‘led’ Labour to its worst defeat since Hitler was setting out to rule the world? But there is: his mad-as-a-box-of-frogs brother Piers, who yesterday ALLEGEDLY incited violence at a march of village idiots from all over the country who want people to die by not being vaccinated against Covid. I say ALLEGEDLY because I suppose you can read anything you like into Corbyn’s speech. Here’s part of it:
Hmm. I suppose you can read what you want into Corbyn’s words but it’s hard to re-interpret “We’ve got to hammer to death these scum” and “If your MP is one of them, go to their offices, and well, I’d recommend burning them down”. And following the murders of MPs Jo Cox and David Amess, Corbyn’s words are not, perhaps, the most sensitive. The fact that the old boy is currently in a police cell, having been arrested by the Metropolitan Police, hopefully as a direct result of my tweets last night calling on them to take action against him, there is a possibility a crime may have been committed. Certainly, if, say, a young black man, had made similar comments you’d have expected him to be in the back of a police car before you could say “We’ve got to get a bit more physical.”
I’d also like to see the Met charging Corbyn for an affront to music when – and I am not making this up – he started rapping “Don’t tek di vaccine”, in an accent not always spoken by elderly white men. Still, it made his anti-vaccine loons, who seemed to spend much of the time shouting abuse at police officers and filming their reactions to later attract hits on social media and money, very happy. I would go so far as to suggest that’s the main reason they attended Corbyn’s march and rally, basically to grift.
Can you imagine what it’s like around the Corbyn Christmas table? Two cranks, who both went to an elite private school and spent their early years cosseted from the real world in a comfortable upper middle class existence, exchanging unpleasantries. “Those Jews who control the world, they got it in for me.” “Once we’ve finished with the festive nut roast, I’m off to burn down some MPs offices”. “Okay, but before you go, why not open another bottle of Perrier water?” Christ, I’d rather watch Mrs Brown’s boys than sit in that room.
A pair of absolute wrong ‘uns, totally detached from the real world; one a crank career politician whose only experience of power before being leader of the opposition was when he was chair of his local housing department and a climate change denier whose specialist subject is trying to stop people taking life-saving drugs. The less we hear from them the better. And as for Piers Corbyn: lock him up.
