Corbynmania has shaken my faith in my own loony right-wing opinions

I used to consider myself to be in tune with the general public on politics, by which I meant – on the loony wing of the Tory party. After all, I told myself, we have widespread public support on crime, immigration, Europe and most issues involving morality. Things had only gone wrong because a modernising clique based in Notting Hill wanted to reject true conservatism and embrace social liberalism, a liberalism that is neither popular nor especially rational or workable. But I have to say that Jeremy Corbyn’s leadership bid has rather shaken my confidence in the whole ‘authentic right’ thing. Seeing all the arguments being made by the Corbynites is like witnessing a middle-aged drunk ranting on about his favourite subject, seeing how obviously stupid this small little man’s idiotic opinions are, before realising ‘hey, he sounds just like me’. To those on the more populist wing of conservatism, Corbynmania is like a visit to Rugged Island from Father Ted; everything looks different, but there’s somehow a similar air of drunken idiocy.