There’s no point in writing about Labour again until Corbyn is out.
Mr Corbyn is what he is: a street activist/ backbench careerist. He’s out of his depth in his current position.
Elizabeth I is a pretty good role model. If only Corbyn had one.
Nothing about the Infant-Elect indicates education.
I give it a week into his presidency before the first financial scandal breaks.
I’m thinking Mssrs Trump and Putin will hold their first summit in a Russian banya.
A handful of clever Bolsheviks took down a nation of millions. However, Communists today are fossils, like the skull of a T-Rex.
Re Marc Jacobs at New York Fashion Week: the fashion industry has always drawn inspiration from the urban street, the rural field, and the courtesan’s boudoir.
Re Jimmy Kimmel at the Emmys: the faux introduction of “Dr Bill Cosby” and the ad lib about Johnny Cochrane were the best bits. Gervaisesque, really.
Re the Labour Party leadership vote: Mr Corbyn is the Stannis Baratheon of Labour. He has a better chance of presiding over the High Table at Hogwarts than becoming Prime Minister.
As a genre, the Western is passé, especially a re-booted Western that lacks irony (“The Magnificent Seven”).
Virtual Brexit (the present state of affairs) is not to be confused with real Brexit (a future state of affairs after Ms Merkel and friends reduce the UK to a giant workhouse).
The Ryder Cup is the perfect sh*storm of commercialised, god-bothering, flag-fluffing, 1%er machismo, wrapped in polyester shirts and dad khakis.
(Ilse Bing. Bastille Day, Paris. 1933 | MoMA)
UK: Why is anyone so eager to hang on to Mr Corbyn? It’s self-evident he’ll never be PM. Symbolic politics (his specialty) are fine during a Sunday street protest, but should not be confused with the politics of winning elections. However, it appears he’s the first sinking ship that rats prefer to go down with into the deep of political irrelevance.
US: Mr Pence is a lightweight, anti-gay religious bigot. In backwards states, where Trump is likely to win anyway, he’ll be unnecessary political furniture. However, in moderate to fully rational states, he’ll stand as a talisman of right-wing lunacy, guaranteeing a record thumping for the clown at the top of the Republican ticket.
Mr Corbyn functioned as his own political gravedigger by taking Benn’s bait.
Today’s no confidence vote (172-40 against Corbyn) is Labour’s Red Wedding. Mr Corbyn’s support has been reduced to the far left rump of the Party plus union bureaucrats.
At best, he’s a leader on paper only after this legitimacy crushing no confidence vote, no matter what the £3 cadres do in a leadership contest.
The Pictish reaction to the EU has diminished the UK.
A Republican Senator is outraged that Facebook filters political items. Today’s emocons are quick to embrace the victim role.
Congressional Republicans are said to be united with Mr Trump. There’s always unity in clown alley. Until someone slips on a banana peel. Then a circus breaks out.
Chicago’s Midway is a terrible airport, one of the most terrifying at which to land.
Eurovision 2016 is the biggest day for popular song in history.
The recent elections in the UK show there is no Corbyn in England’s dreaming.
What’s possible is that Mr Corbyn will turn Labour into a permanent opposition Party. The Corbynards fail to realise that politics is not like F1 (i.e., there’s no podium) or the Olympics (i.e., there are no silver and bronze medals). Politics is about winning.
The rise of Mr Sanders is less surprising than the ascent of Mr Corbyn from the unvisited limbo of political oblivion.
A beige or straw colored suit doesn’t work for Mr Corbyn. It makes him look even blander than he actually is. However, as a post-Hegelian materialist, he doesn’t understand that, in politics, appearances matter. Mr Corbyn would be helped by a reading of Kant’s third Critique as well as a new Burberry wardrobe.
Both Sanders and Corbyn should take their sartorial cue from the French left, which has always been stylish.
The kerfuffle over Academy Award nominations is Christmas Day for the professional outragetariat.
Looked at objectively: this is a matter of multi-millionaires — of various ethnic and national backgrounds — in verbal combat over nominations for a piece of statuary. A golden sex toy for the beautiful people (as per Gervais). The ego trip of the 1% (as per the Occupyistas).
Re political kerfuffle across the pond, viewed from afar:
Not all Marxists are/were Communists. Not all Marxists and Communists are/were Stalinists. There’s a world of difference between the Marxist Orthodoxy, the so-called Scientific Socialism which runs from Kautsky to Althusser, and Western Marxism (sometimes called Cultural Marxism), exemplified by Gramsci, Korsch, and the Frankfurt School. The former remained Stalinist long after the strongman’s death. The latter rejected Stalinism when the man of steel was at the height of his power.
When Mr Corbyn (or was it Mr Milne) embarked on his string of slow-moving purges, I commented: “The assumption of the infallibility of Mr Corbyn and his grassroots cadres is the end of democratic politics and the beginning of organised religion.” The course that Labour has taken during Mr Corbyn’s reign is a return to catechistic Marxism of the Orthodox variety. There can be no compromise with the catechism, even if reality contradicts it. Mssrs Corbyn, McDonnell, and Milne would do well to remember Marx’s reflections on the events in France between 1848-1851 which put the thesis of the Communist Manifesto into doubt.
Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.
The dead weight of Stalin and Trotsky is the nightmare on the brains of the Corbynard cadres and haunts Mr Corbyn’s philosophical outlook. It is time for both to wake up from the bad dream and face reality squarely as it is, not as it is supposed to be (as per the catechism of the Marxist Orthodoxy).