WATCHING ‘Comrade Corbyn’ address last week’s Labour Party Conference, I found myself experiencing odd twinges of deja vu. Then it dawned on me; his rhetoric was exactly like the conversations we had back in the 60s.
The long ‘flower-power,’ ‘pot-inspired’ exchanges of young enthusiastic ideas on how we could change the world. Deep into the night we would discuss the dreams and ideals that would enable us all to live happily ever after in a conflict-free, loving environment; all with no idea at all how to turn our schemes into reality.
Of course, we were hopelessly naive and, most important of all, extremely young and painfully ignorant of the ways of the world and its workings. However, in the main, we were completely harmless. And that’s where the similarity between Mr Corbyn and the flower-power idealists of old falls down.
This man is not some starry-eyed, naive youngster, hoping to turn the world into a peace loving Shangri-La. In my opinion he is a deceit riddled, extremely experienced, highly dangerous far-left operator, using these ideals to snare as many (mainly young) people as possible into embracing him as a kind of 21st-century saviour who will lead his people to some euphoric Utopia.
Of course, nothing could be further from the truth. I believe this man is fully aware that his policies will deliver us into Communism and the clutches of our enemies. Not his enemies of course; his record of embracing our adversaries has been well chronicled over the years.
His are the politics of stealth. I shudder when I see the faces that gaze up at him. I saw the same look on the followers of David Koresh, Jim Jones and Charles Manson; all dangerous manipulators who also promised their followers they could lead them to the ‘Promised Land’ and who held far less influential positions than Jeremy Cobyn and his TUC cronies.
No, I would be very wary indeed of Mr Corbyn. The devious leopards of the left seldom change their spots.
Keep the faith, Love Leapy