Corbyn is no joke: The British, well, the English mainly, have a soft spot for eccentrics and they don't come much more eccentric than Jeremy Corbyn MP, the man tipped to become the next leader of the Labour party, Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition!
I would suggest to the massed ranks of the juveniles who adore him, and the Tory prats who might well under-estimate him, that Corbyn, far from being a political clown is actually a political menace. Regular readers will know that I like my politicians to indicate to us the main imperatives of their underlying ideology. Corbyn, to his credit does that in spades! He is an out-and-out Marxist-Trot who will take the main engines of the British economy under state control and, in effect, hand them over to the trade unions. In addition, he will cuddle up to any evil 'groupuscles' who use murder as a means of achieving their ends. Again, he makes no effort to hide his sympathies. For such a man to run a main political party is bad enough but for him to run the country might occasion my departure for Australia. I'm sure Andra would welcome me!
I am writing this whilst biting on my hankie! Last Thursday morning you may remember that I was in a bit of a grump - oh, alright then, a rage - with that stupid woman who thinks Shakespeare got Hamlet all wrong! I went off to do some shopping, an activity guaranteed to make me even grumpier, and returned just before lunch. As usual, my kitchen TV, which is a bit on the titchy side, was on Sky News with the sound off and so I took a quick glance at the 'ticker-tape' and saw what I thought was "Australia all out for 60". And no, I didn't drop the shopping and break all the eggs, I just thought to myself that I really must go to Specsavers, but then the tape came round again - and that was when I dropped the shopping! It was true! And by Sat morning the game was over and we had won back the Ashes. So today I am writing this with a hankie stuffed in my mouth to stop me shrieking with joy!
An excellent beach read: I have just finished An Officer and a Spy by Robert Harris. To give you a clue I will drop a name - Dreyfus! Ah yes, I hear you mutter, know the name, Frog, wasn't he, sent to Devils Island, years later found not guilty. Well, yes, and that was about as much as I knew about him until I read Mr. Harris's book. This is fiction but very, very closely entwined with historical accuracy. Like most of his books it is an excellent read even if the body count - always so important to a pulp fiction thug like me - is on the low side, er, nil, to be exact. However, it is an excellent means of imbibing history and Harris makes it easy and understandable. His assessment of the moral corruption in the French military is sickening. Buy the book, and if you have already taken your holiday, then take another!
Hayek vs. Keynes: The referee is John Gray and the 'fight' takes place at The New Statesman. It's a long contest and it soon becomes clear that the 'ref' is definitely on the side of Keynes! Even so, it's worth reading because Hayek and Keynes were giants amongst the minnows in 20th century political philosophy.
No more rumbles today