So there's a lot in the much-bandied-about Taylor Parkes column that rings true about Jeremy Corbyn's numerous demerits as a candidate, even if you have to take a spade with you to get through all the screechy wibble about Hezbollah and so forth. You can read all about it there, if you like.
The thing that I noticed today was that the overwhelming majority of people bringing Parkes' piece to my attention were precisely the kind of horrible New Labour twunts that have made Corbyn's victory possible, and perhaps even inevitable.
I imagine that you know the type of person I'm talking about - grudgingly admits the war on terror was "badly-handled" and "poorly-planned", but can't understand why some people won't just move on; quick to flourish the Big Waggy Finger at idiots acting up on social media, but rarely seems arsed to complain about the government's spending cuts, and so on and on.
Anyway, the really ironic thing is this: If most of the people who have been RTing and Facebooking Parkes' column today and wailing in terror had spent at least some of the last decade shutting the fuck up and listening a little instead...
...There would probably be no need for Parkes to have written the article in the first place.
Because it's difficult to adequately convey how bizarre this situation is. Seriously, just try to imagine the scene back in 2006, if you'd told anyone with an interest in politics that the chair of Stop The War would lead the Labour Party by 2015. Martians would've heard the shrieks of laughter.
And yet, here we are.
In football terms, this is like East Fife beating Celtic 13-0 at Parkhead - one of those things that should just never, ever happen.
To stretch the analogy, I can tell you now that if a bottom-tier team dealt out that kind of drubbing to the richest club in the country, nobody would put it down to East Fife's sudden samba football. The headlines wouldn't read "Fifers Fantastic".
They'd say - "Woeful Celtic hammered", "Shambolic Celts stuffed" and, most importantly, "Fans demand immediate resignation and suicide of everyone associated with this mortifying catastrophe".
But there's been surprisingly little of this kind of criticism in the Labour election campaign.
Sure, I've seen lots of New Labour politicians and pundits turning purple and screeching and drumming their little heels, but I don't know that I've seen a single one write an article titled: "We're losing to the comedy candidate because we've utterly ignored our core constituency for years"*.
I've seen plenty of people call Corbyn names or claim that all of his supporters are lunatics, but I'm not sure that I've heard any MPs say: "This humiliating rejection tells us that our own members think we are terrible at our own jobs. Here's how we plan to be less terrible".
Isn't that a bit revealing? It certainly shows a certain... self-confidence, I think, a certain blunt fuck-you-I'm-right-ness, expressed surprisingly strongly for people who are professionally and politically dependent upon mass support from the very folk that they're calling names.
And remember, the Labour election was launched amid a grand fanfare about listening to hard truths and learning difficult lessons, and so on and so forth. If the party was really going for clear-eyed self-analysis, it's a bit odd that so few of its Blairite-leaning senior members and supporters have noticed that the loud-and-clear answer has been:
"We think you're shit at your jobs, get better at it or sod off".
It's all very strange. I've been trying to think of a suitable comparison for this attitude for a long time, and I've finally hit on that scene in The Man With Two Brains where Steve Martin tells the portrait of his dead wife about his plans to remarry:
Dr Hfuhruhurr: Becca... If there's anything wrong with my feelings for Dolores, just give me a sign.
(Room shakes; ornaments topple, portrait begins to spin madly)
Wailing shade of dead wife: Noooooo! Nooooooo! Nooooooooooooooo!
(Room returns to normal)
Dr Hfuhruhurr: Just... any kind of sign.
Oh well. As I said back when Corbyn first started to gather support, the party's leading lights are ever-prepared to countenance almost any kind of heresy, except for the type that suggests that the problem might be them.
*I know Tony Blair did that "I know you may not like me, but" piece. I'm thinking of something more along the lines of "You may not like me, and you're correct not to like me, because I am an appalling shit of a man, and here's how I intend to stop being one".
**The most ludicrous part in all this is that it all comes after
Scotland - Labour's heartland since time immemorial - switched en masse
to the SNP, formerly a comedy party, who won lots of support mainly by
a) sounding vaguely left-wing and
b) not being Labour.
The party's response? A mass
outpouring of grief at its own socialist crimes, followed by commands to shift to the right.
Good luck north of the Border with that angle, if it eventually