Corbyn, the media and me

I am one of the people who joined the Labour Party after they lost the election. I am one of the people who voted for Jeremy Corbyn in the leadership election. I am one of the people who considered joining the Greens instead. I am told by the media that this demographic is young and lives in London. I am not young. I don’t live in London. Yet I still voted for Jeremy Corbyn.

I am not certain about him. I don’t know if he has got what it takes to be Prime Minister but I am still backing him. David Cameron doesn’t have what it takes and he’s been in post for what seems like forever. I want change. I want something different. There has to be a better way than the way we have been going.

What has opened my eyes is the way the media have been spinning the Labour leadership election. They regarded Corbyn as a joke candidate. They treated him as they would Nigel Farage. He won in spite of them. The media seem to be in bed with the elite whether they are on the right of the Labour Party or in the Conservatives. What are they afraid of? Do they fear losing their cushy lifestyles? Even the Guardian didn’t back Corbyn. One thing I do now know. The media are not telling you the truth. They are working to an agenda. Even the BBC is right of centre though it is supposed to be impartial. Just look at the twitter feeds of their journalists. With the honourable exception of Jon Snow, Paul Mason and Alex Thomson they have been smearing him right left and centre. The execrable Sarah Smith of BBC Scotland, in a rare political tweet, offered us the insight that Corbyn went to a private school and was the only candidate to have done so. This smear is in fact false. It was a grammar school with a boarding facility. Pupils only paid for the boarding which Corbyn did not. So we know the Left have no hope with the Murdoch owned press but the BBC are also biased. They seem happy with people such as Tristram Hunt and the Tories but not the “hard left” as Corbyn is now described. In fact he is not hard left. He is a centrist. It’s just that British politics has swung so far to the right with everyone and their dog agreeing with the neo-conservative agenda that nobody knows what left wing politics looks like any more.

I read from the Scottish journalist, Stephen Daisley, another ill-informed idiot, that the election of Corbyn would mean a return to the winter of discontent with rubbish piling up in the street and the dead unburied. Daisley is younger than me. I cannot remember the winter of discontent as I was a small child at the time. Daisley cannot remember the winter of discontent because he was not even born. So how does he have the cheek to write such rubbish?

I do remember the seventies. Maybe bad things happened. I remember a lot of good things though like free school milk, everyone’s parents having a job, even in the north of England and a cosy sense of community long since gone. Maybe this was a result of socialist values. Maybe it wasn’t.

People need to wake up and realise that they are being spun a web of lies. There are different ways of doing things and different ways of looking at the world. People should be in politics because they believe in something, not just for their lucrative career options. Journalists should be in journalism because they have a thirst for the truth, not because they like eating out with their cronies at Heston Blumenthal’s.

Corbyn is not perfect but he is like a cool breeze blowing through the fetid halls of Parliament and the fuggy newsrooms.

Wake up Britain.
The glorious day could still come.
Freedom for Tooting! and for everywhere else.

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