The U.K. Spectator has an amusing piece on the REAL Bernie Bro, Senator Bernie Sander’s real-life brother Larry, who lives in the U.K. and has suddenly become the darling of the Labor Party.
Larry Sanders recounted taking brother Bernie, whom he always calls Bernard, to Blenheim Palace. You may not be surprised that Bernie’s single-mindedness precluded being interested in that great pile and the history it represents:
Bernie walked around the galleries, he viewed the state apartments, he breezed around Hawksmoor’s library and strolled through Vanbrugh’s colonnades. We do not know if he stopped at the room where Winston Churchill was born. But we do know that Bernie, according to Larry, was not impressed by Blenheim. It didn’t do much for him. He had other questions.
He pointed at the great lake in the grounds and asked who dug it, what tools they used and whether they were treated well. Whether Bernie expected 18th-century English workmen to have health coverage is not known. He may have been disappointed with the answer.
The Spectator caught up with Larry Sanders, 84, at “a ragtag assembly of the British left,” apparently eager to start the countdown to President Sanders, and including Corbyist stalwarts. Despite Jeremy Corbin’s devastating defeat at the hands of Prime Minister Boris Johnson, the London gathering was upbeat about Bernie’s future.
Meanwhile, Democratic Party guru and Bill Clinton adviser James Carville, ripped his own Democratic Party, worrying that it will turn into “an ideological cult.” He singled out Senator Sanders and specifically warned that it could end up going down the path of the U.K. Labor Party:
“But look at the British Labour Party. We’re like talking about people voting from jail cells. We’re talking about not having a border. I mean, come on, people.”
Carville might have been something of a skunk at the garden party if he’s happened in at Larry Sanders’ London lefty soiree. The Spectator descrives the evening:
Readers may recall that since 2017 many on the left-wing of the Labour party believed that History was proceeding — gorgeous, near-spiritualised and inevitable, without a downward glance at reality — towards a Corbyn majority government. In this glorious new era: Brexit revoked, the nuclear deterrent junked, the working week reduced to four days, the borders opened, the railways nationalised, the Scots given another vote on independence. Something Corbyn theorists called ‘fully automated luxury communism’ would be right around the corner.
None of it happened. Corbyn was trounced at the polls in December. The entire project was left like some disentombed figure from Pompeii, eternally frozen in the rigor mortis of failure. Given the many similarities between Jeremy and Bernie Sanders, a good way to spend the evening might have involved ruthless self-assessment and an unambiguous diagnosis of why the left keeps losing elections in the West.
Maybe it’s because they don’t have much to offer to ordinary people, the purported constituency of the left.
No matter which political party you belong to, this is not good news.
People, we need two parties that offer realistic policies.