It’s all over. In fact, it was over before it ever really began. I knew it, you knew it, and even many of the poor fish who voted for Jeremy Corbyn knew it. And now everyone knows, as Morrissey put it, That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore.
The Labour party, it should now be obvious to everyone, no longer exists as a functional political organisation. Order has disintegrated and it’s every man – and woman – for themselves. Save what you can while you can because things are going to get worse – a lot worse – before they get any better. It is a shambles; a once great party reduced to competing rabbles of independent gangs scavenging for whatever meagre comforts they can rescue from the rubble. Love, peace and harmony? Very nice. But maybe in the next world.
All of which is no great surprise. The notion Jeremy Corbyn could ever become Prime Minister was always preposterous.
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