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Hats off to Corbyn for sheer hypocrisy


When Jeremy Corbyn recently attacked Theresa May for her close ties with Saudi Arabia, her defence was that the UK needed to maintain the relationship in order to be able to influence the regime in Riyadh.  The exchanges in the House of Commons were tetchy. 

You might be forgiven for thinking that the Labour Leader (beloved by his supporters for supposedly being on the ‘right side of history’) had taken the moral high ground here. But actually there’s no moral high ground with the far left when it comes to defence, security and foreign affairs.

We can see this in Corbyn’s latest interview with the BBC, in which he was asked about UK ties with Vladimir Putin’s Russia.

Here is his reply: “Would I do business with Putin? Sure. And I’d challenge him on human rights in Russia, challenge him on these issues and challenge him on that whole basis of that relationship. You have to deal with people who are in the position they are as head of state…”

To be fair to Jez, one senses that he is probably oblivious to his own mind-blowing hypocrisy. After all, we’re talking about someone who believes samples of nerve agent from the Salisbury attack should be given to the Russians so that they can confirm one way or another whether it was theirs.

Remind you of anyone? Donald Trump has, of course, taken Putin’s word for the fact that there was no interference in the US presidential election in November 2016.  

And what do Trump and Jez and Putin all have in common? Suspicion of multinational institutions, such as the EU and NATO. Anti-globalist and protectionist instincts. Populist rhetoric. A distrust of ‘mainstream media’.

Latest polling shows faith in Theresa May growing slowly and belief in Corbyn diminishing. While the incumbent Prime Minister doesn’t inspire great confidence, she has managed – against many people’s expectations – to keep the Brexit process moving and has proved to be firm and resolute in the aftermath of Salisbury.

The left? They are obsessed with hats.

In a breathtaking example of fake news spreading far further and far faster than the truth, they alleged that the BBC had ‘Photoshopped’ an image of Corbyn to make his trademark cap more ‘Russian’ against a backdrop of the Kremlin on Newsnight. Although this claim has been thoroughly debunked by people who understand the technology, it has sent Momentum fans into apoplexy and even led to online commentary about #hatgate from pro-leadership MPs such as Laura Pidcock.

A nerve agent was used as a weapon on NATO soil for the first time in the organisation’s existence. The response of the Russian government is to treat the incident as a joke and post pictures of Poirot on Twitter. And the reaction of the Corbynite left is to complain about the image of their leader being manipulated on a TV show and to argue that we should ask the allege perpetrators of the attack to confirm whether they committed the crime or not.

No wonder moderate Labour MPs are up in arms. They realise the damage that Corbyn’s weakness does on the doorstep and they see a once-proud and patriotic party reduced to a laughing stock. Talk begins to circulate once again about a breakaway organisation – perhaps staffed by key officials who have quit at the prospect of Jennie Formby’s appointment as General Secretary.

But as the grapevine shakes with rumour, we can fairly confident that no fruit will fall. It seems there is no twist in the Corbyn saga too alarming to provoke a real rebellion and no turn in policy that will lead MPs to make a unilateral declaration of independence.  As a result, they give their tacit consent to their own eventual deselection. Or perhaps a fate worse than deselection: staying on as the walking dead, taking their orders from people who are unable to stand up for the British nation in a time of crisis.

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