Shy Labour


The suggestions coming from inside the Labour Party and Momentum that they should set up a “Rebuttals Unit” after their shellacking in December’s General Election are somewhat amusing. As if merely rebutting the truth would have assuaged Corbyn of guilt or shall assist any future Labour leader. To understand the way these Hard-Left Labour drones think one must never fail to remember the moral relativism that courses through their veins – lying for the revolution their go-to equivalent of taqiyya.

The idea that the General Election was rigged is now mainstream among the flip-top-headed Momentum rabble while others default to the criticism of FPTP or the newspapers owned by “those dastardly Tory billionaires”. Tragically the worst tin-foilers’ chambers continue to echo with codswallop-replete conspiracy theories about scheming Russians. Amidst the Leftwaffe there is virtually zero talk of how the British Electorate are a sound bunch; how they see through Britain-haters and the well-worn swindle of socialist heroin; how Labour activists like Owen Jones and Aaron Bastani are seen as hazards by most Brits, like chuggers or tramp poo on a High Street pavement.

The election was a con, claim Labour – just as VAR takes the blame for Liverpool’s unbeaten run according to the bible of embittered, victory-eluding Everton fans. The joke is still firmly on Team Labour – Lammy, Sarkar, McDonnell, Burgon, two-left-shoes-Abbott, Rebecca Wrong-Daily – fodder for the relentless cannon of witticisms and banter that still so undermine the once semi-competent party of Hardie, perhaps fatally.

This past election the pollsters were not so wide of the mark in predicting a blue tsunami. As the Red Wall was breached and then conquered, so too the concept of Shy Tories might now be one for posterity. In 2015 Shy Tories were the ones who won it for Cameron but this time around – faced with the antisemitic car crash of Labour – it seems it was easier to come out publicly as a Conservative voter, even in northern towns so associated with Labour for so many decades.

Before the election, even on Labour-leaning platforms like Twitter, users were having trouble siding with Labour – Shy Labour unquestionably the ascendant movement of reticence as celebrities dodged accusations of siding with anti-Semites and terrorist sympathisers.

After the election those who supported Labour – save their nose-picking fanatics in woolly jumpers – are all desperately trying to talk about something else. It’s as if after years of Labour smears karma has come back to smear Labour so that the party name itself is a smear and toxic – people are embarrassed into shyness admitting any association with it. Shyness was bound to head to Labour – so say the laws of physics. Both tragic and apt for this Hard Left Labour that Shy Labour will never be a significant force and that the reasons behind the shyness of its voters are so sinister.

In parts of Venezuela one wears a red cap on the streets to avoid being slain by Chavista knuckleheads (blessedly even that hue of red is somewhat diluting). As in parts of California wearing a MAGA cap can spoil one’s afternoon. Might I suggest that wearing a Labour cap or rosette today is as in vogue in many parts of Britain as sporting a T-shirt emblazoned with the image of a grinning Jimmy Savile? Who would want to publicly display one’s solidarity with IRA boss Gerry Adams, anti-Semite Jackie Walker or a feather-brain like Laura Pidcock? Labour as a brand is so damaged that it should not be wasting time taking lessons from voters, it should be sitting down with Gerald Ratner.

Normally voter shyness correlates with an index of approval and fashionableness. In modern day Britain that index has traditionally been skewed towards Tory voter shyness by the BBC, its left-leaning comedy output and loud Labour voices across social media. No longer. Now the tables are turning. Those who thought they were the trendsetters and generating the country’s “progress” have been exposed for their aloofness. Now they are an endangered species. It is the people who are having their day. The people are beginning to be drawn towards the polling booth – as stakeholders – and they are losing their shyness…

The beauty of the polling booth is in its silence. It’s the place that democracy comes alive; where the forgotten individual finds his power. Even those who proclaimed to their nearest and dearest they were voting one way can vote differently in the polling booth and need tell no one. There is a magic in that often-dreary place which merits huge deference and respect, where one feels one’s ancestors peering over one’s shoulder. No wonder so many leave the booth with tears in their eyes and a smile for a sense of being.

Beware, Labour. Boxes stuffed full of postal votes no longer cut the mustard in alive and kicking Tory Britain. Ditch the Hard Left or die.