Now I like Corbyn again

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I try not to get over involved in British politics, as there’s so much I still don’t and may never understand. I would lean toward supporting the Labour Party if I were a voting citizen of the UK, but during the time Jeremy Corbyn has been leader of the party, he’s not always been on my favourite people’s list. He seems a man of principle and a passionate speaker, but he’s been on the fence over such issues as where he stands on Brexit and the anti-Semitism charges within his party. Yesterday, he won me over again with this simple statement: “Theresa May should not be rolling out the red carpet for a state visit to honour a president who rips up vital international treaties, backs climate change denial, and uses racist and misogynist rhetoric.” This comment was to state why he declined the Queen’s invitation to a state banquet in honour of Il Douche (one of the many colourful names given to him by various internet blogs). Commons speaker John Bercow and Liberal Democrat party leader Vince Cable have also backed out.

Corbyn’s been cheered by some for those comments but pilloried as usual by the Daily Mail, who interpret his actions as hypocrisy since in the past he had met with dictators and/or radicals in the past. Not to mention “how dare he snub Her Majesty.” The Queen is supposed to be non-partisan and whoever is president of the US is expected to make a state visit at least once during their term of office, as UK and US remain closest allies, so whether or not she actually likes Trump, she can’t voice that opinion. Hairplug Himmler obviously is expecting Royal treatment, but Buckingham Palace isn’t available due to major reconstruction on the guest wing. Maybe that’s just a handy excuse.

While most of UK does not like Weehands McNodick, I have managed to unearth a couple of his supporters among the citizenry. One was in the choir I’ve been singing with for four years. Maggie and I ran into this guy while doing a walk just days before Fat Nixon’s inauguration. The choir was planning to perform at an anti-Trump rally in Trafalgar Square (and we did, in front of about 25000 people), and he asked if we were going. We said yes, and he remarked almost jokingly that the director asked him if he would be available, and he told her that would be hard to do since he supported Cheetolini. I responded, “I can’t believe that you would tell ME, the only American in the choir, that you’re a supporter of this vindictive, horrible person,” and he said little else as we walked on. I have said little to him since then, and it’s already been over two years.

The other encounter with a Trump fan was at the beginning of this year. We took a three-day holiday to England’s eastern coast, with the second night spent in a beautiful beachside village called Southwold. On that night, the hotel we were staying was offering two steak dinners for some incredibly cheap price (I think £15 maybe), and it so happened the restaurant/pub was also having its monthly quiz night. Here I was, hoping to take a break from the weekly grind of pub quizzing, but the lure of playing as a contestant was too great. We would be the only two-player team out of the 12 or so that were playing, but finished a respectable fourth, and would have done better had I not vetoed three of Maggie’s answers that I didn’t think were correct, then turned out they were.

After the quiz, we got in a bit of a conversation with the team at the adjacent table, two women and a bloke, and in the brief conversation, the guy recognised my accent, and asked if I was American. I said yes, and he then asked what I thought of Trump. I managed to keep my vitriol under a paragraph before he said, “Really, I like him cause he says what he thinks.” I said that’s one of the many reasons I DON’T like him. By this time, Maggie had re-emerged from the loo, and he asked her, “So your boyfriend doesn’t like Trump, do you feel the same way?” Maggie calmly said, “Of course I do, Trump is a vile human being.” We quickly dismissed ourselves, but as a parting shot the guy said, “Yeah, well go Trump.” I said “I hope so, the sooner the better.”

As for the choir, we sang last summer at various outposts at an anti-Trump rally for when he had his visit with the Queen and pretty much ignored London, as he really didn’t want to see the giant Baby Trump balloon floating over London. That balloon will be making its return in June when Velveeta Vulgarian makes his state visit. Those that defend his entitlement to a state visit point up that it’s to commemorate the 75th anniversary of the D-Day invasion, which was considered the turning point for the allied forces. Except that this is a man who got a deferment from the military draft in the 1960’s because of bone spurs, which don’t seem to keep Igolf Shitler (best nickname so far) from being out on the fairway close to 100 times so far in his presidency.

A tip of the hat to Jeremy Corbyn for speaking out on principle, and I would imagine he would be speaking at whatever anti-Trump rallies are going on during the three days Fatso will be in UK. Our choir will probably do a reprise of what we did last summer, though there may be an even bigger potential crowd to play for. Maybe Orange Man with a Dead Cat on His Head thinks there’ll be a parade for him like he’s always wanted. If there is, I would imagine most of the super markets will run out of eggs.

April 27th, 2019



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