Labour saying they’ll respect the referendum vote and deliver Brexit? Leave it out

IN the 11 days before  the General Election, this panicked Labour Party are going to lie through their weasel teeth that they really respect the biggest vote for anything in British history.

Just watch Labour pretend to love Leave!

This campaign has been a disaster for Jeremy Corbyn and all his ­middle-class Marxist comrades.

Policies that seemed so wonderfully woke in an Islington patisserie — no immigration controls, tax everybody until they squeak — have gone down like a tide of toxic waste out in the real world.

Labour thought they could do it without the working class. They were WRONG. All those Labour toffs thought they could live without all of us thick, ignorant peasants who dared to disobey the establishment and vote for Brexit.

Emily Thornberry — Lady Nugee, who chuckled at seeing the flag of  St George! — was wrong. Sir Keir Starmer, so passionate in his adoration of Brussels, was wrong.

Corbyn — a man without a patriotic bone in his withered old carcass — was wrong. Labour’s total contempt for the working class, who they were founded to represent, has them stumbling towards defeat.

RETHINKING STRATEGY

So Labour are rethinking their General Election strategy.

In Leave-voting areas, Labour will get down on their knees and beg the working class to come home.

Even an unequivocal Remainer like Ed Miliband is pretending he has always fought for a Brexit deal.

No, Ed — you fought to keep us in a single market and a customs union. You fought for a Brexit that was unworthy of the name.

You fought for a deal that was worse than staying in the EU.

Labour should really stop fibbing to the British people.

The modern Labour Party has no love, affection or understanding of the working class. It is the Tories who now represent the values of  the working man and woman — their patriotism, their belief in democracy, their belief in family  and hard work.

In working-class communities, Labour are ludicrously flexing their non-existent Leave credentials — which is both bitterly ironic and horribly hypocritical.

PUERILE CLASS WAR

Ask all the decent Labour MPs who have suffered torrents of abuse from Labour’s online thugs for ­daring to suggest that the Referendum result, and democracy itself, should be respected.

Labour are the Remain party who are too pathetically gutless to admit it. But this election is not simply about Brexit.

Infinitely more important than our relationship with the European Union is stopping an economically moronic, terrorist sympathiser like Corbyn from getting anywhere near 10 Downing Street.

I have only ever been a member of one political party — Labour.

It was the party of my family, my neighbourhood and my class.

That party no longer exists.

Corbyn and his Marxist muppets have ruined Labour with their sickening Jew-baiting racism, their puerile class war, their total lack of understanding of even basic ­economics.

Do not let them ruin the country.

Do not believe the lies that they are going to tell you over the next 11 days.

And if you are working class, never believe for a single second that this pathetic excuse for a ­Labour Party is on your side.

Labour have thrown in their lot with privately educated revolutionaries who would rather wave a Palestinian flag than the Union Jack.

And it is only now they are starting to regret it.

GOLDEN GIRL, CHARLIZE

TOSSING back her golden tresses, Charlize Theron wears a gold dress against a golden background in an ad for Dior’s J’Adore perfume – which comes in a golden bottle.

It is like being buried in an avalanche of Ferrero Rocher chocolates.

And that’s a compliment.

Katie did her kids proud

WHAT happened to Katie Price’s £45million fortune?

Just guessing here – she spent it.

I will leave it to others to analyse Katie’s profligacy with money and just say this in her defence.

She has been a loving mother to her children, including her blind, autistic son Harvey, now 17, who she seems to have raised single-handedly.

She is an inspiration to any parents raising a disabled child.  She has confronted the evil bullies who have mocked her son.

She has been a passionate campaigner to hold social media platforms to account and make online abuse a criminal offence.

I don’t think there is anyone in the country who has been more willing to stand up to bullies than Katie.

And now she is bankrupt, owing £800,000 to her creditors.

I suspect she has faced bigger battles than bankruptcy.

Referendum's a no-go Jo

THE Liberal Democrats thought vowing to immediately cancel Brexit when Jo Swinson becomes Prime Minister would be a vote winner.

Whoops! Now the Lib Dems are desperately offering a second Referendum.

Whoops again!

Because millions of us hope we never see another referendum in our lifetime.

Farewell to razor wit Clive

CLIVE James, who has died at the age of 80, was always the smartest man in the room.

I met him a few times over the years but the Australian journalist, broadcaster and wit was best experienced on the page and on TV. That is when you got the full force of his brain, which was the size of a planet.

Clive was also that great rarity – a true intellectual who was a laugh.

As a TV critic, he brought his savage wit to bear on the nuttiest nooks and crannies of global television. As a writer, he was funny, wise and often deeply moving.

When Princess Diana died, Clive wrote an unforgettable eulogy in the New Yorker magazine. It recalled how he met her, how their friendship grew and how, at their last lunch in Kensington Palace with 11-year-old Prince Harry present, he realised that he was about to be dropped from Diana’s court.

“I never saw her again,” James concluded. “Neither will anyone else now.”

I loved Clive because he made great writing look easy and he made me laugh.

As recently as one week ago, a magazine asked Clive what was bothering him at the moment.

“Imminent personal extinction,” he replied.

And it is a mark of Clive James’ genius that I can’t imagine anyone else in the world coming out with that hilariously honest quip.

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