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Jez's 'seismic' speech: should we be quaking with laughter or fear?


I know that many people rate Jeremy Corbyn’s conversion to ‘a’ customs union as tactically astute, although let’s get things in perspective. When we see Jez say something vaguely sensible, we’re inevitably left wondering who could possibly be behind it.  In this instance, the veteran leftist has been under immense pressure from his backers in the trade unions and from fellow MPs to align with moderate Tories against the May government. 

As a staging post along the way to a softer Brexit, his pronouncement should, I suppose, bring some modicum of comfort. But there’s plenty to provoke serious head-scratching too.

As Lib Dem Leader Vince Cable pointed out, the UK doesn’t need to be part of ‘a’ customs union. It needs to be part of the Customs Union. The one that already exists. The one that the EU negotiators are prepared to talk about. Not the hypothetical, bespoke arrangement that probably only exists in the imaginations of wishful thinkers.

And take this gem from Corbyn’s speech in Coventry. While rightly condemning Brexiters for their ludicrous bus-side saving of £350m per week to be lavished on the NHS, the Labour Leader went on to say that his future administration would ‘use funds returned from Brussels after Brexit to invest in our public services’.

The two ideas were so close together in the speech that one felt the writer was almost taking the mickey out of the befuddled Jezster.

‘Let’s slip it in and see if he notices.’

‘Bet you a fiver he won’t.’

If Corbyn wants to reiterate his point in a future oration, I have rewritten it for him to make it even clearer.

We won’t lie to you about extra money for public services after Brexit. But we’ll use that extra money we get after Brexit to fund public services.

Jez, my old son, we really need to have a chat.

Brexit means less money.

Reduced trade. Lower tax take. More austerity.

The sums of money lost to the economy and the government coffers are likely to dwarf any notional bonus from cutting ties with Brussels. So your pledges are as bogus as anything slapped on the side of the Brexiters’ bus in 2016.

And then there was the interview with his nemesis – the BBC’s Laura Kuenssberg.

She asked him about his personal vision of ‘a’ customs union, where the UK would not be ‘takers of rules’ but have some influence over decisions and agreements. What would happen if the EU didn’t go along with this idea and insisted the UK had a relationship more akin to Turkey’s?

Jez’s answer was that he’d continue talking ‘because that’s how you reach an agreement’.

She tried again. It was a little like a school teacher trying to help a pupil with a maths problem. He’s looking stupid in front of the class, but if she coaxes him a little more and provides a bit of encouragement, he’ll come into his own and prove himself.

If the EU said no to his plans and said we couldn’t have a meaningful say over arrangements, would he seek to do something else?

Jez replied that he’d make sure that we had a say over trade relations.

But how would he do that?

Jez said that it would be through negotiations.

It was becoming painful. After all, there are only so many times you can confront someone with the power politics of the negotiations and the fact that the EU holds all the cards. If they still don’t get it now, 18 months after the Brexit vote, they’re never going to get it, are they?

Let’s look at Corbyn’s exact words at this point. They flowed with all the confidence and coherence of Donald J Trump.

‘Negotations require an understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of both sides by the degree of manufacturing industry of agriculture and food industries that operate on both sides of the channel and also, as I say, we’re not going to undercut the whole of Europe.’

Gibberish. Utter, incomprehensible gibberish.

Laura is a patient soul though. She gave the pupil one more chance. He must have thought of a Plan B, surely?

And this was the moment for Jez’s coup de grâce.

His Plan B was to continue to negotiate to achieve Plan A!

As wags on  social media have pointed out, Plan A took so long to come along, it’s a bit much to ask for B quite so soon.

So Labour has shifted its position. The speech had been billed by minders in advance as being ‘seismic’. 10 days ago, there was an earthquake in Swansea that troubled the Richter Scale rather more.







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