Donating £3 to the campaign of Jeremy Corbyn for Labour Party leader was, at the time, the best money I had ever spent.

Fresh from their second election loss in a row, Labour’s mild ineptitude was about to translate into hilarious farce. One which I, and many other conservatives, were all too keen to cement into a laughing stock sure to punctuate the decades ahead with regular dizzying mirth.

For the princely sum of £3 (less than the price of a pint) one could ensure the new Labour leader would be Corbyn, a bedraggled know-nothing backbencher whose terrific dullness would condemn his party to decades of nothing.

Back then, in 2015, Corbyn managed to squeeze onto the leadership ballot via charitable Labour MPs naively hoping to “widen the debate.” It went terribly wrong.

Getting wind of Corbyn’s glittering Marxist résumé, left-wing activists deserted the likes of Great Britain’s Communist party to stump up that tiny sum for a say in the future of the only other party with a chance of meaningful power.

Corbyn won in a near 60 percent landslide. (And increased that figure in a re-do). His supporters were muted only by raucous #ToriesForCorbyn then giddily convinced Labour was castrated.

The victor, after all, was everything that made Labour unelectable for what their party’s sensible and shrinking sect billed the “wilderness years”—18 years of irrelevance as Conservative Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher raged on.

Underestimating Eccentricity

What did we then know about the new Labour leader? Just the eccentricities which marked his 32 years as a rabble-rousing representative of Islington North, London—the “People’s Republic of Islington,” to term it properly.

He didn’t think much of his own party. Corbyn had voted against Labour over 500 times. More, unbelievably, than conservative Prime Minister David Cameron.

The teetotaling vegetarian rode Westminster on a bicycle befitting of Chairman Mao. He even chaired the Stop the War Coalition. Black and white photos showed the bearded Trot in handcuffs after his arrest at an anti-apartheid demonstration.

Yes. A college freshman socialist ambered in the skin and bone of a then 66-year-old angst-monger now helmed the Opposition.

But Corbyn’s political naïveté was begot only by our own. It emerged that the lifelong purveyor of every textbook left-wing cause had quite the nasty streak stretching the seams of his scarecrow suits.

Corbyn, or “Jeremy” as his flock so creepily insists, is not a nice man.

So, photos showing Corbyn laying a wreath at the graves of several Palestinian terrorists back in 2014 — including those who masterminded the 1972 Munich Olympic massacre—this week served a timely reminder.

Of course, “Jeremy” defied the lying eyes of millions who saw the photos plastered across the front of every major newspaper in this country.

“I was present when [the wreath] was laid,” he said. “I don’t think I was actually involved in it.”

Well, here are the photos. Corbyn has what I deduce is a wreath in his hands. Having a wreath in one’s hands, at a wreath-laying event, I hazard, means one is quite involved.

Corbyn claimed he was honoring the deaths of 48 Palestinian militants killed by Israeli airstrikes. But one image shows him close to the grave of Atef Bseiso—intelligence chief of the Palestine Liberation Organization.

Of course, dear Jeremy was not involved.

Leftist Antisemitism and Support for Terrorists

These lurid allegations come when accusations of rampant antisemitism engulf the Labour party.

In July, the UK’s three largest Jewish newspapers published the same front page, warning that a Corbyn government would pose an “existential threat to Jewish life.”

The problem? Labour’s new code of conduct on antisemitism, critics insist, does not meet the the International Holocaust Remembrance Alliance’s guidelines and leaves out examples of how criticism of Israel can be deemed antisemitic. Labour claims such inclusion could curb “legitimate criticism” of Israel.

This was after Labour, in 2016, suspended lawmaker Naz Shah for Facebook-posting that Israel should be relocated to the United States. An independent inquiry into antisemitism within Labour ensued.

Corbyn seems to magnetize these characters. During 2016’s general election, it emerged that Corbyn’s “peace-seeking” obsessions often extended his hand to those who built bombs that strewed the glass-speckled limbs of innocent British citizens across sidewalks.

At the height of The Troubles between 1986 and 1992, Corbyn attended more than 70 Irish Republican events commemorating dead IRA terrorists. He gave speeches offering succor to supposed prisoners of war, and those active in the very real exercise of killing British servicemen and citizens.

The London Labour Briefing, a magazine Corbyn was involved with, said: “The British only sit up and take notice when they’re being bombed into it.” Bear in mind, this was days after the IRA’s 1984 Brighton Hotel bombing which killed five people at the Conservative Party conference. The target was Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher.

Corbyn would like us to believe that he just finds himself among the worst specimens of humanity.

When asked about his multifarious dealings with pretty much any cause opposed to his hated catch-all of “Western Imperialism,” Corbyn cops-out with the evasive: “I condemn all violence.” Strange contention from a man who called Hamas and Hezbollah “friends.”

Denials Expose an Ugly Leftist Core

Jeremy’s wafer-thin niceness is dissolving in the revelation of his long dips in putrid political waters. Yet he is the model for American leftists busy turfing out their milquetoast Democratic establishment in favor of hardened and violence-blind Marxists.

Following Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s congressional primary win in New York, activist Max Crema (a Corbynista Labour member) said the hard-left insurgency rocking the Democratic boat modelled itself on the Corbyn Doctrine.

Crema told Labour List, a prominent left-wing blog, that Corbyn’s rise serves “inspiration to the American Left.”

That inspiration at least partly informs Ocasio-Cortez’s own monstered reflections on current affairs. The Democratic starlet recently, and haphazardly, decried the “occupation of Palestine,” before admitting she was “not the expert” on the subject about which she so freely pontificated.

Indeed, DNC vice-chairman Keith Ellison was forced to disavow links with rabid antisemite Louis Farrakhan. Ellison, like Corbyn, was masterful in his evasion.

Because such evasions are now social currency. In the Age of Selfie, it doesn’t matter what one actually knows, as long as one sounds or looks like they matter. Indeed, humans will go to the greatest lengths of self-denial to secure their comfortable worldview.

In his 1956 work, When Prophecy Fails, renowned psychologist Leon Festinger studied a doomsday cult called “the Seekers,” whose leader Dorothy Martin claimed superior beings from a planet called Clarion were communicating with her. These beings were to scoop up the Seekers via a flying saucer, before the planet was destroyed.

Alas, the Seekers abandoned their daily lives in preparation for this rapture. It didn’t happen (surprise!) yet the followers redoubled their beliefs after being told their fervency saved the planet.

This landmark study in cognitive dissonance applies elsewhere. The same mind-virus explains why socialists gloss over 100 million bodies scattered around their prophet Karl Marx.

It also explains why the alt-Left and the alt-Right detest each other viscerally, despite, in honesty, being two sides of the same coin. On a subconscious level, both sides see the reflection of what they hate most—themselves.

Both are motored by resentment. Both conspire all blame at the door of a scapegoat. Either in power would wreak havoc and extract inhumane costs.

Which is why the specter of Jeremy Corbyn is no longer a joke. He could actually become prime minister. Given the lurid evidence, I’d rather have my £3 back.

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