Jeremy Corbyn reminds me of a religious fundamentalist – utterly convinced he's right, uninterested in the views of his opponents, and completely unable to think for himself or change his mind. The thought of him in power sends a shiver down my spine. Even though I'm working-class, I regard him as my enemy. He hates everything I identify with – my country, my culture, my history and my national heroes.
When my grandparents voted Labour in the 1945 election, it was a different party. The post-war Labour government was composed of men who'd fought for Britain in the trenches. Attlee fought at Gallipoli, and Hugh Dalton and Wedgewood-Benn both won medals for courage. No doubt they disliked nationalism and militarism, but they didn't despise their own country. Starmer has actually talked about conscription and WW3. What planet is he living on? Who the hell is going to risk their life for a country that hates itself and has completely lost its identity? I certainly wouldn't.