Magic Stepdad Starmer: Scared of NIP And Lost His Grip
Here we are again. The sun is out, and the sky is nearly as blue as the magic stepdads favourite rosette. “Magic stepdad?”, I hear you say. Yes, magic stepdad - or magic stepdad Keith. The possibilities are endless. I’ve still got a few friends within the Labour Party. Some are closer than others, some of them are nearer to the ‘soft left’, and some are closer to the ‘extremity’ that is democratic socialism. I love to catch up with them from time to time because once you get past the pleasantries you get a better understanding of what magic stepdad Keith is getting up to, or what he isn’t. The press, the commentariat, the centrist dads, the Karen’s, the Tories, the patriarchal Mail-reading, Twitter-lurking, attention-starved Elaine’s, the z-list celebrities with the sudden political conscience - they call us “hard-left”, or “far-left” - but when you ask them to start listing the hard-left policies that they believe you stand for, what happens? They go quieter than Keir Starmer durin