Here's the rub "A Labour government will confront endless moral controversies at home and abroad, where there is no good choice" . Well, Polly ,in every moral dilemma, there's always a better choice and a shameful one. That Starmer, his acolytes and the vast majority of his fellow MPs should choose the latter isn't just a shame, but it's a deep and lingering stain on their whole moral character. Polly, you fail even the simplest test of your own moral principles, that you should so expose them this way to the wider world - it shows a scarcely credible lack of self-awareness and starkly reveals the wider moral vacuum in which almost all our leaders, commentators and political pundits work in.
I passed the Palace of Westminster on the Palestine protest march, twice. And each time, there was this obvious noxious smell coming from it, the closer I got the more nauseating it was. It was the stench of hypocrisy.- the stink of moral corruption. What does hypocrisy smell of - it's blood, it's guts and vomit and shit, it's the small of burnt flesh and roasted baby, it's the acrid and choking stink of fractured concrete and cement dust, and of drifting cordite fumes, it's the small of death, it's the foul mephitis arising from bombed buildings from the rotting bodies crushed beneath, it's the small of terror and anguish and agony. of inhumanity and destruction, of broken bodies and broken hearts, . It pervades the whole Palace, it lingers on the clothes of the MPs and the Lords who work there,. Starmer secretes it from the pores on his forehead in his stale, toxic sweat, if fouls his every exhalation. you can almost see it, it's something palpable like a miasma - the stanch is overpowering, acrid, nauseating, disgusting, asphyxiating. And it'll never wash off, all the scented soaps of the Realm would be insufficient to wash this stench away. When with advancing age these MPs play with their young grandchildren on their knees, the children will ask - "what's that horrible smell, Grandad?"
If hypocrisy had weight, even now the Palace of Westminster would be subsiding under the waters of the Thames river never to be seen again. And a kinder humanity might then breathe just that bit more freely and some innocent people in our wider world might yet live to see another day.