Instead of dodging stupid questions from Andrew about "would he push the button?" he calmly and sensibly went through all the points and looked far more Presidential than May. She plays the media game and uses truisms and cliches. He gives straight and honest answers.

Commie Corbyn has no chance.

Looks like Tories will win again and ITK will make a comeback.

Unfortunately, while I too find myself warming to Mr Corbyn whenever he is interviewed, if you vote for him, you’ll end up with a Government made up of infantile diversity promoters and bonkers social justice warriors. If that isn’t enough to deter undecided voters, throw two ruthless witchfinders into the mix: Watson and Starmer, which sounds to me like a firm of Victorian undertakers.

As a vivid example of the way the Labour Party treats its own members when they dare to practise free speech, take the case of Rod Liddle. Liddle was a long-term member of the Labour Party until he was summarily suspended by the fanatical commissars of Diversity (who, in their shrill denunciations of the ‘racism’ they see everywhere, think nothing of being obscenely derogatory to white males and supporters of Israeli democracy) and Social Justice Warrior thought police. Jeremy seems to think these people are good sorts.

They took offence at one of Liddle’s blogs for the Spectator last year in which he’d had the temerity to suggest that sections of the middle class illiberal-liberals now in charge of the party shared with an increasing number of Muslim Labour activists and councillors a nasty tendency toward anti-Semitism. This was a thought-crime. By September 2016, Liddle did the only rational and ethical thing left open to him with these zealously embittered crazies baying for his blood: he resigned his membership after 37 years of supporting the Party.

Here he is in today’s Sunday Times, giving a very good account of why it would be very unwise to vote Labour. It’s not the party it was when I was a young Leftie, when being left-wing had something to do with pushing for better living standards for the working class and opposing imperialistic adventures abroad. George Orwell summed up this kind of Leftism succinctly: sufficient provisions for all and common decency, values which I still adhere to even though they’re no longer left-wing. Howling “ray-cist!” “sexist!” Islamophobe!” and “transphobe!” is.

I’ll reproduce Liddle’s amusing and thought-provoking piece in full as it’s behind a paywall (the penultimate paragraph is priceless, capturing the essence of the modern Labour Party very astutely):

I thought about voting Labour last Tuesday. Only for a nanosecond, or even more briefly. For the half-life of one of those synthetic radioactive elements that do not really exist, except in laboratories. For a very short period, anyway. Partly as a consequence of Theresa May’s blithe and cynical presumption, and the gleeful newspaper headlines predicting a Tory landslide.

It was partly, too, because Jeremy “Compo” Corbyn, indefatigably stupid though he is, seems the only party leader possessed of a vague conviction that a third world war may not necessarily be the most desirable way to spend this coming summer. He was right, and principled, about Trump’s Tomahawk blitz of a Syrian airbase (and collaterally, some Syrian children, the regime claims). And also because I was a member of the Labour Party for 37 years and still feel some tribal allegiance. The vestigial tail of an idiot, disconsolately wagging. So I pondered for a moment.

And then I heard Diane Abbott on the radio. And that cleared the matter up instantaneously. A wonderful purging took place, like you’d get from a barium enema. Diane was talking slowly, like she always does, as if to a wholly loathsome nation of imbeciles and racists. I imagined her eyes swivelling back in their sockets, like they do on Question Time. And the ludicrous, banal guff she came out with.
She was followed by Andrew Gwynne, who is running the party’s election campaign. “We are fighting this election to win!” the bloke kept saying, like a Chatty Cathy doll with a short circuit. Good Lord — are you really? Well, blow me down. But he no more expects a Labour victory than I expect to be knighted for services to the transgender community.

Even as he chuntered on, a bunch of talented and sensible Labour MPs were deciding they’d had enough and started packing their bags — looking for “other opportunities”, as they put it, via their now jobless spokesmen. Better opportunities — such as busking in the underground, or a temporary position as a pox doctor’s clerk. Anything to get us away from this madness.

Another enema followed the first. Dawn Butler MP turned up on Radio 4’s PM programme to gibber mysteriously and repetitiously, about Theresa May “rigging the election” and then libelled Costa Coffee about tax: oh, please, please let Whitbread sue. How in hell did she manage to get selected, never mind elected? Surely you have to possess a soupçon of wit, maybe on the level of a crayfish, to become an MP? And yet she was also the party’s spokesdrongo for “diverse communities”. (Yep, I’m delighted we need one of those, too.)

And then followed Corbyn’s dynamic election address. At which point the death rattle was heard from still more Labour MPs. Michael Dugher, Pat Glass, my own MP Tom Blenkinsop — a leftish, decent, hugely capable politician, well respected in his constituency. A constituency that will surely go Conservative, or even Liberal Democrat. Even if the new Labour candidate is — unusually — slightly sharper on the uptake than, say, krill. Thirteen MPs gone, including Alan Johnson. Might Hull possibly go Tory?
This is, of course, the main reason we are having the election: the hilarious state of the Labour Party. Taken over by a relentlessly obsessive caucus of rather well-orf, metropolitan children who think they know everything, will brook no argument and who are not even vaguely cognizant of the hopes and aspirations of the rest of the country — such as people who have to get up to go to work, and who have jobs beyond the NGOs and the social services departments — the people who are poor and who once had a noble party that represented their interests. [My emphasis - pete]

They now have no party at all to represent their interests. Even that nanosecond vacillation of mine was one nanosecond too many.

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You've more convincingly hyped naffer singles than this. Psychologically it's a tabula rasa and a case of beneficent projection.

Well I was fooled by Blair so I could be wrong on Corbyn. Everyone seems to think so. It puzzles me but we can all make mistakes. I certainly could not vote Tory though and Lib Dems don't stand a chance in my area. Perhaps the media is right and sees something I don't see. But he certainly still looks miles better than May to me and his team, massively flawed, looks no worse than the Tory lot.

Even if Labour loses badly, I'm sure Jeremy Corbyn will cling on, just as he did after the Copeland by-election.

Jeremy Corbyn reacts angrily to question about his Labour leadership from 'utterly obsessed' media

I too was fooled by Blair, JK, and stopped voting Labour after 1997 (I had hitherto voted Labour at every general and local election). In fact I stopped voting, very much in agreement with Peter Hitchens' position: if I were to go into a supermarket and find nothing that I wanted to buy, why should I waste my cash there? Until a party truly dedicated to liberty and growth emerges, I shall probably continue in similar vein, although I do listen to interviews and election broadcasts during campaigns "just in case."

I think Mr Corbyn is personally a decent man; I just don't like the company he keeps. And I'm not keen on his sentimental valorisation of bloodthirsty Islamist murderers as victims of injustice. If Barbara Hewson were to become party leader and sack those Victorian funeral directors, Watson and Starmer, I'd be back in the Labour fold. But such a scenario seems as improbable to me as Rod Liddle being given a knighthood for services to the transgender community.