I do not know if it has officially been measured, but my guess is that Christine Shawcroft, a member of Labour’s National Executive Committee, has an IQ of somewhere in the region of six. This would put her, in the global hierarchy of intelligence, directly between one of those Activia yoghurts women eat to relieve constipation and some moss.
I’m sure Christine would argue, perhaps forcibly, that intelligence is an overrated, elitist concept and that no store should be put by it. Judging people by whether they are too thick to breathe in and out fairly regularly is discriminatory. The views of an imbecile, or, say, a Jerusalem artichoke, are just as valid as those expressed by someone who can punch in the correct numbers at an ATM instead of standing there, slack-jawed and frowning, occasionally headbutting the screen in frustration while the queue behind grows longer and longer.
I’ve always been of the view that an awful lot of what the middle-class liberal left believes in is self-interest disguised as compassion.
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