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The Brexit blag? Jez is already squealing.

If you were involved in planning, say, the next Great Train Robbery, Jeremy Corbyn would be the last person you’d ever want on the team. The Absolute Boy just cannot keep his mouth shut or remember what he’s supposed to say.

Note his interview on the eve of the Labour Party conference in which he started musing about the Single Market.

“We need to look very carefully at the terms of any trade relationship, because at the moment we are part of the single market, obviously,’ he told the BBC’s Andrew Marr. ‘That has restrictions on state aid and state spending. That has pressures on it, through the European Union, to privatise rail, for example, and other services. I think we have to be quite careful about the powers we need as national governments.’

You can imagine Keir Starmer slowly and methodically punching a pillar in the lobby of the Grand Hotel in Brighton as he heard the Jezster open his mouth.

Corybn is simply revealing what we have known about him since time immemorial. He hates the European Union and sees it as a conspiracy of capital to prevent the implementation of a socialist programme of government.

The trouble is he can’t remember that he’s supposed to be presenting an alternative face in the autumn of 2017.

The gang sat him down and told him that Labour is now backing the single market and customs union for a transitional period.  They sold this change of direction on the basis that it might help embarrass the Tories and win him votes in the House of Commons.

Perhaps when that little plan didn’t work out, Jez thought the game was over and he didn’t have to play any more? 

Perhaps he forgot that the gang also whispered this might be prelude to a more fundamental shift which could lead to Labour embracing the single market long term.

But before you know it, the allotment king is blabbing his mouth off and sends Labour right back to square one. They look like a party that has no interest in saving the UK from the consequences of hard Brexit. Indeed, you get the sense that Corbyn’s supposed backing for the EU in last year’s referendum was a complete charade. If you don’t like the idea of the single market and its restrictions, how could you back the European institution even at a lacklustre 7/10?

His official fan club Momentum encouraged delegates to avoid any debate over Brexit that would lead to a vote. No sense of irony in the fact that these leftists always accused Blair of stifling debate and denying conference delegates the chance to have their say.

A document circulated at the conference describing any formal discussion as a ‘time-consuming cul-de-sac’. Actually, that’s a description of Brexit itself. And that’s why it needed to be debated as a matter of urgency.

When the Corbynistas crow about their election victory three months ago (which perplexingly left them 60-odd seats short of a majority), they assume that the coalition of voters they assembled will be there again for them next time. All they need to do is add to it. My suggestion is that they will lose the support of many young people who mistakenly believed that Labour would act as some kind of break on Brexit, as well as a proportion of long-term Labour voters who think the same.

Remember, when you put together a gang attempting one of the biggest-ever blags committed in British electoral history, you need to choose your members carefully. Jez is already singing like a canary. Or should that be The Canary?


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