I’ve been in London, visiting family and friends, since Monday. When I first got here, it seemed like there was a feeling of doom over the entire city. My family was worried that, despite polls showing a slim (if tightening) Conservative lead, Corbyn would somehow end up as PM. Meanwhile, the Corbynistas, of which there are many in London, seemed to be increasingly convinced that, even if Corbyn didn’t score an outright victory, a hung parliament would force Johnson out of power.
Well, it turns out that, as usual, the rumors of Boris Johnson’s demise were greatly exaggerated. Last night, the Tories not only won the election but they did so in such decisive fashion that the election results can only be interpreted as a rejection of Jeremy Cobyn and the anti-Semites that he has allowed to surround him. The Conservaties now have 364 seats. Labour has only 203, which is actually an improvement on the exit poll were predicted that Labour would end up with only 191. The SNP wiped Labour out in Scotland.
I was up until five in the morning, watching the results. I didn’t go to sleep until the Tories had their majority. When I went to sleep, I was feeling very good. This afternoon, walking around London and seeing dejected and miserable Corbyn supporters bemoaning the loss of the election, I felt great. Boris Johnson may or may not be a good PM. I have my doubts about him but he’s not Jeremy Corbyn and for that reason, I am thankful for his victory.
I’ll be returning home to America tomorrow. I wonder if the Democrats will learn any lessons from Corbyn’s collapse. I doubt it.