The Other “N” Word
For those of you who haven’t followed, the British Labour party is now in the middle of a civil war that is a joy to watch for every sensible person.
As I write this, three candidates are running: the loony Commie Jeremy Corbyn (may he long reign, thus finishing to destroy the party), the dyke Angela Eagle and the former Blairite (now far more on the left, because it’s the fashion) Owen Smith.
Owen Smith gave yesterday an obvious slap to the dyke, proclaiming a self-evident truth: he is normal.
I was waiting for the usual shitstorm, which actually failed to materialise. Strange. If the same had been said by a conservative politician, the liberal outrage would have been heard on Mars.
Instead, there are rumours as I write this that the dyke might be persuaded to pull out of the race.
We shall see.
But heavens: in what world we live if one can call himself “normal” when compared to a dyke, and does not get shredded like pulled pork? Can’t think it’s normality. This is the Labour party after all.