Category Archives: leftist fantasists

Every ad agency’s dream

With Gerry Adams at the Bobby Sands and James Connolly commemorationSome observations on the next prime minister of Great Britain

Jeremy Corbyn, writes Dalrymple, has throughout his years in the House of Commons

voted for his beliefs, not for his career,

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the majority of the MPs at the trough of expenses.

While Tony Blair, for instance, is a public egalitarian in search of a private fortune, Corbyn is no hypocrite. He

lives his ideals. He is a man of grinding and unnerving integrity, a man of such probity that he would let the heavens fall so long as his version of social justice was done.

Screen Shot 2015-08-15 at 15.40.08There is, says Dalrymple,

not a bien pensant cause in sight to which Corbyn does not wholeheartedly subscribe with the uncritical belief of an apostle, and for which he would be unprepared to go to the stake.

Screen Shot 2015-08-15 at 15.28.50A point in his favour is that he does not appear to be

a man of erudition, culture or literary talent.

Another plus is

his evident authenticity by comparison with other politicians, most of whom are as synthetic as the toys that used to be put in cereal packets.

Screen Shot 2015-08-15 at 15.39.09This dour monomaniac dresses

like a social worker from the 1970s, but at least it is from his own choice, not that of a public relations firm. He is genuine. He is not the product of an advertising agency, and by self-evidently not being such a product he is an advertising agency’s dream.

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The Hellenic People’s Republic, hope of a new world

Marxist miracle worker

Marxist miracle worker

This glorious European spring

Leftists descended on Athens as student revolutionaries once descended on Havana

After, writes Dalrymple,

we were all Charlie for a day, we all became Greek for a night. Out came all the hopeful young people with shiny joyful faces, lighting candles in the dark and punching the air.

It was spring in Europe, like the Arab spring,

though perhaps the moment was not indisputably auspicious to make the analogy: on the day Greeks were voting for their spring, the Egyptian police were shooting dead 17 people who were commemorating the fourth anniversary of theirs. In Greece, it may yet come to that.

Grand socialist dream

The leftists

dreamed — there was much talk of dreams, which is always a bad sign — of a world in which there were no economic realities, nothing had to be paid for, and prosperity could be decreed, though with satisfying vengeance on the rich and prosperous.

Alexis Tsipras, the prime minister, made

the monument to the memory of the Greek resistance to the Nazis his first port of call, just to remind his people how awful the German chancellor, and the German chancellor’s countrymen, still are.

Prosperity by decree

He then promised to decree Greeks back to prosperity. He

  • pledged many thousands of them free electricity, not noticing that he thereby turned electricity bills for the rest of the population into a form of income tax as well as a payment for services received
  • promised to create jobs, both in the private and public sector, more or less by command, jobs that would have a minimum salary paid in a currency whose emission he could not control and which Greece cannot possibly earn in sufficient quantities to pay for the fulfilment of these promises

How the socialist miracle was to be achieved,

no one knew: but, as all left-leaning commentators agreed, it is permitted to hope and to dream.