Basking in the glow of the attention and publicity he needs to validate his existence in the terms of his own scale of values, Tony Blair yesterday delivered himself of a destructive and arrogant attack on Jeremy Corbyn.
Corbyn is the one candidate for the leadership of the UK Labour party who has brought an authentic humanity to the campaign and is the only one of the four anyone would get out of bed to go and vote for.
He offers Labour in Scotland the opportunity of a moderate recovery no one could have dreamed of at this stage. His sessions north of the border all sold out. When did that last happen for a Labour politician?
He is all but certain to be elected and is absolutely certainly the only one of the four capable of making Labour interesting and genuinely engaged.
He may or he may not win the 2020 election for Labour – but none of the others will get close and cannot even put some pride and some erect spines back into the party, which Corbyn can.
The unexpected Corbyn success is a living offence to the self-obsessed and delusional Blair – have people really forgotten that he once said God was telling him what to do; and claimed to be capable of ‘sorting out Africa’ in no time at all? Africa?
Corbyn is not a man for motorcades – remember that the silly David Miliband – as robotic as his brother but more convinced of bis own invincibility [another delusional] – once breathlessly described the supreme calibre of Tony Blair as the man whose motorcade would stop any city in its tracks. That sums up the pair of them.
Corbyn is not the man for schmoozing for money the rich monsters whose human rights record has been entirely shocking.
Corbyn does not seem like a man who would, with clear personal gain later, take the nation to war on a dodgy dossier and a false premise.
Corbyn is not a man whose judgment is flawless or peerless but when you compare him to Blair, the gap between them widens in both directions as you consider the comparison.
Blair, appalled at what the attractions of Corbyn says about the party’s evaluation of himself has had a rant in a letter to The Guardian – an organ whose weaknesses were exposed in its unfailing enslavement to the grinning one when he was Prime Minister.
He tells Labour that it risks annihilation if it elects Corbyn. Never able to see a picture without himself at centre stage, he declares: ‘It doesn’t matter whether you’re on the left, right or centre of the party, whether you used to support me or hate me.’
He just doesn’t get the fact that he really doesn’t matter.
His metaphors are as banal and pedestrian as they always were [brace yourself]:
‘The party is walking eyes shut, arms outstretched over the cliff’s edge to the jagged rocks below.
‘This is not a moment to refrain from disturbing the serenity of the walk on the basis it causes ‘disunity’.
‘It is a moment for a rugby tackle if that were possible.’
In fact the Blair creature has made it a moment for a spearing, with his governing dark macchiavell, Alastair Campbell, intoning on the same pitch on one arm of an inverted Corbyn while Blair plays keepie-uppie and grabs the other to the same tune, as they try to aim the Corbyn head deep into terra firma.
Blair seems to have no ability to recognise that what launched the annihilation of Labour was his own succession of terms as Prime Minister, what he did with them and what he has done since.
The plain fact is that Blair left Labour in a crisis of direction and guilt-by-association that has made it impossible for the party to win an election since.
What about that biblical analogy of the mote and the beam?
Nothing Corbyn could do could ever run on the track of moral depravity to which Tony Blair conducted the actions and reputation of the United Kingdom.
The country has long seen that Blair’s new clothes were a sleight of hand to disguise the ultimate empty man with a keen eye on the mainchance.
Will the media pack ever catch up?