"...who hates Britain like the vegans hate Sunday roast". That's how an (ex) Labour voter in Wales described Jeremy Corbyn to her, says Sherelle Jacobs in today's Telegraph. https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2019/12/14/no-way-back-now-pulverised-pig-headed-labour-party/ I wasn't going to mention it, but since the man himself is denying any responsibility for what just happened to his party and stays locked in his personal Kremlin, refusing to budge, and since the Labour self-excusing machine is in full swing -https://blogs.spectator.co.uk/2019/12/its-not-jeremys-fault-what-corbynistas-are-blaming-for-labours-disastrous-defeat/ (You should have read the guy in the Guardian yesterday. "How can anyone get to like you if they never hear anything good about you?" he whined. Tell that to Donald Trump, crybaby). Anyway, before anyone starts to actually feel sorry for the dim, old bigot I wanted to say something personal to the people of this wonderful country. They looked at this small and petty minded man who has never had an original idea in his life, and the dark and sinister gangs he has chosen to associate with throughout his career. They looked at his crappy19th century economics, his crappy 20th century politics and the stupid who-whom? liberation narrative that seems to be what drives him. They looked at the contempt and hatred for his own country and its people that he seems barely able to contain. They looked at his disgusting anti-Semitism and his thuggish comrades and despite his phony promises and bribes, they said "No". And they said it as loudly and as clearly as they could. They said No. They said it in historic numbers. They said We're better than that. They said This is still a country of decent, forbearing, tolerant and generous people. They said we won't let you divide us and make us hate and turn us against each other. I feel fortunate and proud to have found a second home among such good people . Thank you, Britain. Thank you for being what I never doubted you were.