This is not a political blog. But this is a time when it's impossible to resist expressing feelings and thoughts about what is going on right outside the door of one's little ivory (imitation ivory) tower. I'm outraged, appalled, gobsmacked.
There's not only the toxic aftermath of Brexit but now the Labour party politicians'
cowardly coup against Jeremy Corbyn, turning their backs on him en masse
at this crisis time when they should be united in support of him and listening to the thousands of people out there who voted him in and who
want him to stay on as leader of the Labour party to regenerate it, give it back its soul.
Those politicians are behaving like
stereotype politicians and they want a stereotypical politician to lead
them, a clone, maybe a Boris Johnson-type but with New Labourite
credentials, someone with floppy-haired charisma...ah, charisma! That
magical quality which makes people want to eat out of your hand even if
your hand is filled with hot air, or poison. They can't cope with an honest, principled man who doesn't talk the talk but tells it like it
is, doesn't make grandiose promises, refuses to betray what he believes
in and has been clearly saying and practicing what he believes in every
since he entered politics. Shame shame shame on those politicians, they have lost their raison d'être.
In reality Corbyn is standing up to his attackers but in his heart, maybe this is how he feels.
(With thanks to Vincent Van Gogh)