Auschwitz, Labour & Pilgrimages


This year the Labour Party Conference has brought few surprises. The usual undeliverable promises, which, on the face of it, seem attractive – the kind that in the real world are unworkable and get torn to shreds. The usual hypocrisy – the likes of Emily Thornberry, Lady Nugee, ranting about social housing when she’s a millionaire property landlady. The usual infighting – remainers like Bradshaw and Umunna complaining about Brexit not being taken up as a conference question because Momentum urged party apparatchiks to stay clear of it.

To those conservatives among us – and some Conservatives – the Labour Party conference has been a trade union gloat for far too many years now. Not since the early years of Blair was there anything of much note to pay attention to. Just the interminable horror of thinking that there might be enough stupid people in the UK to actually vote for this cabal of circus freaks and reborn Trotskyites. Just that this year there are those we know in person – notably the young, who seem so far away from owning their own homes – who actually voted a few months ago for these loons. Just that this year there is overt anti-Semitism on show, which the educated cannot help but be repulsed by; feeling extraordinary pity for those British Jews who are us, who forge progress with us and who we love dearly as brothers and sisters, as Brits.

With all the money that has gone into both private and public education in the last fifty years in Britain, just how can there be anti-Semitism in Britain in 2017? It makes our minds boggle. Maybe there should be a national requisite of one visit to Auschwitz for every British man, woman and child? Just unbelievable that we have regressed in this department at all, despite an increase in Muslims in the UK (many of whom are brought up hating Israel, which leads to an anti-Semitic, confused stance).

Brexit is to blame for the deplorable state of British politics, amongst other factors including lacklustre politicians, a failure to base intake of MPs on talent rather than gender or race, and the debt left by Labour and 2008. Brexit made anything seem possible and Corbyn emerged, amidst Tory laughter.

Few Tories are laughing now.

British politics is in a shocking state. The Tories are run by a female John Major, Labour are run by a commie nut, the Lib Dems are run by a skeleton and UKIP is likely to vote for the ultimate voter repellent as its next leader. No wonder Nigel Farage is thinking of forming a new party – he could clean up.

The prospect of Corbyn’s “decade of Corbynism” is still as fanciful as it is frightful. There simply would not be enough planes and ferries to transport the sane from this land. But there is still the chance that enough newcomers and young have forgotten how Labour spend until the treasury runs dry. That shows a lack of education and is in itself frightful.

Perhaps, as well as Auschwitz, requisite national visits should be organised to take in the socialist havens of Venezuela, Zimbabwe and North Korea? Necessary pilgrimages. At least a visit to the treasury to see Liam Byrne’s “there’s no money left” joke note would be a start.