At last I understand. With less than a week to go till
election day, suddenly everything has come into focus. This really is, as so
many commentators have already said, a one-issue election.
And the issue is: Does Jeremy Corbyn watch the
Queen on TV on Christmas Day? (Spoiler alert: er, no, he doesn’t. He doesn’t
even know when it’s broadcast.)
What could matter more for the future of our
country? What question could possibly be more important than whether the man
mocked as Magic Grandpa is such a devoted Royalist that he will sit his family
down at 3pm on 25 December to watch Her Maj deliver her sixty-sixth Christmas homily?
(Factbox: just over six million people watched her
last year, down from seven and a half million in 2017. When George V delivered
the first Royal Christmas message in 1932, by contrast, 20 million people tuned
in. Perhaps Mr Corbyn is in better company than he thinks.)
It seems he is terrified of appearing out of
sympathy with the people he presumably thinks of as traditional Labour voters,
gathered round the TV, preparing to desert his party and vote for the
pro-Brexit Tories for the first time in their lives.
As a result, when he was asked by Julie Etchingham
on ITV last night about his Christmas Day viewing habits, he lied. He dodged and ducked – and he looked every bit as shifty as Boris Johnson does
every time he is asked how many children he has. (Watch the clip here if you
haven’t seen it yet.)
So in an election in which he hopes to defeat a
prime minister with an unrivalled reputation for lying and opportunism, he
blows a huge gaping hole in what is left of his own reputation as a man who
sticks to his principles (although you could argue that he was already well on
the way with his dogged refusal to come clean on whether or not he wants the UK
to leave the EU).
I am now finding it almost impossible to take my
own advice. I wrote last week of the dangers of succumbing to despair, yet now
I am closer to the brink than ever. A NATO summit, which could have offered an
opportunity to take stock of the real dangers we face (Russia? China? Cyber
warfare?), turned in to a tawdry soap opera episode in which the lead
character, a deranged TV celebrity, was mocked behind his back by his fellow
cast members and scolded to his face by the French president for being flippant
about Islamic State fighters in Syria.
Meanwhile, virtually ignored, representatives from
more than 200 countries are meeting in Madrid in yet another attempt to agree
on ways to alleviate the worst effects of the climate emergency. Nothing like
as important as Mr Corbyn’s Christmas viewing habits, admittedly, unless you are
tempted to take seriously a warning from the secretary-general of the World
Meteorological Organisation, which issued its latest annual climate report this
week.
His verdict? ‘Things are getting worse.’ As the New York Times reported: ‘More devastating fires in California. Persistent
drought in the [US] southwest. Record flooding in Europe and Africa. A heat
wave, of all things in Greenland. Climate change and its effects are
accelerating, with climate-related disasters piling up, season after season.’
The current prediction is that unless governments
take urgent action, by the end of the century – in other words, within the
lifetime of children now being born – average global temperatures will have
risen to levels that climate scientists say will have catastrophic and
irreversible consequences. And according to a research paper published in the
specialist journal Geophysical Research Letters, the scientists’ climate
models have already proved remarkably accurate.
Before the European parliament elections last May,
I explained why I had decided to cast my vote for the Green party. I wrote: ‘I
want to maximise the unambiguously anti-Brexit vote, which is why voting Labour
is not an option, and I want to support a party that has convinced me that it
understands the seriousness of the climate crisis that confronts us.’
Next Thursday, because I live in a constituency
where the admirably anti-Brexit Labour candidate is sitting on a super-safe
majority of more than 30,000, with the Lib Dems having come second in 2017, I
shall be voting Green again.
It is the only action I can take to stave off the
overwhelming feeling of despair. And I’m sorry, but no, I won’t be watching the
Queen on Christmas Day. Just like Mr Corbyn and about 40 million other voters.
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