Tuesday 20 December 2016

Things Can Only Get Better

It may have appeared elsewhere, but The Guardian has refused to print this, on the grounds that it is more than 250 words long. Have a check:

“We want Tony” chanted Labour MPs at Jeremy Corbyn in the Westminster Kitchen. They should put Blair up at the next by-election, no matter where it was. After all, he is supposed to have a unique appeal to the entire country. Why, under him, Labour would have won Richmond Park. And Labour would have won Sleaford and North Hykeham. No matter that it never won either of those under his previous Leadership, not even before the Iraq War cost Labour a hundred seats.

Unless George Galloway had already been returned at Glasgow East, then he has promised to contest any by-election at which Blair was a candidate. But what is to stop Blair from also contesting Glasgow East, which, the Grim Reaper’s interventions notwithstanding, is the seat most likely to become vacant in the near future?

If he were still unseated by 2020, then a return to County Durham would beckon right here in the new seat of Durham West and Teesdale. The MP for the predominant part of this intended constituency is retiring, and she looks likely to be succeeded by some girl out of whatever typing pool serves the Westminster Kitchen Chorus.

With no party affiliation, but with a consistent anti-austerity and anti-war record, and able to give a Yes-No answer to the question of whether Corbyn should become Prime Minister, I shall also be contesting this seat. But I cannot imagine that that would be of the slightest interest to Blair. Things Can Only Get Better, indeed.

To which I must add that Neil Fleming claims on social media that he still lives in Lanchester. Yet he is so frightened to put up against me at the local elections in May that he is leaving it to a man who will by then be 71 and who has just had a pulmonary embolism. I have had one of those, and it very nearly killed me (that was the closest to death that I have ever been), even though I was only in my early thirties at the time.

Oh, well, a photograph of Fleming giving whatever was then his current Labour Party job title might very well appear on my leaflets, with the purely factual statement that he had chickened out of a confrontation with me at the ballot box, preferring to burden a seriously ill, elderly person instead. Indicate your opinion of such elder abuse here, or via the PayPal button on this site.

Assuming that Blair is still out of Parliament three years later, then it will also be be a matter of “Tony Blair Didn’t Dare” as I fight and win this open seat here in what was once his political home county.

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