Corbyn proves me wrong

Jeremy deserves my gratitude, as does anyone who refines my understanding of the world.

I’ve often maintained that leftwingers are either fools or knaves. Yet Jeremy has disabused me of this ‘either… or’ notion. He proves it’s possible to be both.

Four years ago he protested against the government spending “shedloads of money” on commemorating the centenary of the First World War. “I’m not quite sure what there is to commemorate about the First World War,” he said, “other than the mass slaughter of millions of young men and women – mainly men – on the Western Front and all the other places.”

Now it goes without saying that every leftie, especially one of the hard variety, despises his country’s past, which he invariably sees as an uninterrupted history of oppression, slavery, bellicosity, homophobia, misogyny, social injustice, racism, ageism, obscurantism, religious bigotry and so forth.

At the hard end of the leftie range, the negative pole of contempt is offset by the positive pole of fondness – for assorted Shangri-las of human goodness, such as the Soviet Union, China, Cuba and Cambodia.

Professing such admiration openly has lost some street cred after the weight of evidence documenting the cannibalistic nature of those regimes reached critical mass. However, a son doesn’t necessarily stop loving his father just because the latter is doing time for murder.

Thus the Corbyns of this world keep fanning in their hearts the smouldering affection for the most murderous, oppressive and dehumanising regimes in history. This is the kindling for their burning desire to transplant the animating mentality onto their native soil, producing as close an approximation of concentration camps as is feasible at the time.

This is evil at its purest, and the word ‘knavery’ doesn’t do it full justice. Yet history’s most evil men weren’t necessarily stupid. Lenin, Stalin, Hitler and Mao were clever men of indisputable abilities. Both their cleverness and abilities served evil purposes, but that’s a separate point.

Jeremy, on the other hand, may be perfidious, but he isn’t clever. If he were, he’d mask his unadulterated hatred for Britain much better – and he’d also avoid saying such monumentally idiotic things that his true animus becomes clear for all to see (except for those who won’t see).

This poppy-shunning cretin could have explained his actions in a marginally cleverer way. For example, he could have said that, much as he cherishes the memory of “the millions of young men and women”, this is an occasion not so much for commemoration as for retrospective slings and arrows aimed at Britain’s imperial past.

Yet the way he so stupidly put it suggests he has no clue as to what exactly is commemorated on the “eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month”.

I’ll give you a clue, Jeremy. Armistice Day? Does that ring any bells? No? How about Remembrance Day? Still not a tinkle?

Fine, let me spell it out for the slow learners. On 11 November we celebrate not the First World War but the end of it, the time when “the mass slaughter of millions of young men and women” stopped. That’s when the Armistice was signed, get it? Hence it’s called Armistice Day, which ought to be a giveaway.

And it’s also called Remembrance Day because we use this occasion to bow our heads to the memory of those millions who perished for their country in that war and all others.

We may not like some of the causes for which they died. But that doesn’t prevent us from cherishing their memory. Nor does it prevent us from praying for them.

Pacifism is a doctrine worthy of contempt on many levels, rational, moral, practical and religious (in the Western sense of religion at any rate). But selective pacifism is much, much worse.

Corbyn can’t climb on the high horse of nonviolence while staying mired neck-deep in the putrid swamp of his ideology, the most violent the world has ever known.

It goes by various names: hard Left, Marxism, Leninism, Trotskyism, Stalinism, Maoism or even fascism. But by any name it smells as foul. At the heart of it lurks loathing of all those who shun this form of Satanism – which emotion is accompanied by the concomitant urge to exterminate them all.

Years ago I knew a woman, an active member of the Labour Party, who every 22 April held a party for Lenin’s birthday. Nice in every other respect, she felt compelled to commemorate the ghoulish, syphilitic murderer of millions, who set the stage for murdering millions more.

In the same vein, I bet in four days Comrade Corbyn will be celebrating the centenary of the greatest ever eruption of evil, the Bolshevik putsch in Russia. He won’t bother to explain how such jubilations tally with his disdain for his countrymen fallen in various wars. Demons, after all, don’t have to explain why they worship Satan. They just do.

Nor does Corbyn mind belting out the lyrics of such songs as Internationale and Bandiera Rossa, with blood dripping from every word. And he certainly doesn’t mind attending rallies of Muslim organisations with known terrorist links, as he did the other day.

Yet I’m grateful to Comrade Corbyn, and not only for his proving that, when it comes to his ilk, no dichotomy between stupidity and evil exists. I’m also thankful to him for being so transparent about his nature and his plans.

One hopes that as a result the British will get cold feet when next going to the polls with Corbyn’s name on the ballot. A cross next to that moniker may well spell (or rather hasten) the end of Britain as a civilised Western commonwealth – and the beginning of a British Soviet Socialist Republic, complete with violent oppression.

You don’t think evil can triumph here because we’re too civilised? Neither did those civilised denizens of the Weimar Republic, circa 1933 – nor, for that matter, those millions of Russians who in 1917 were duped by evil propaganda.