All MPs are familiar with Jeremy Corbyn. The nylon tie and the charity shop jacket give him an air of respectability, of erudition even, but the unloved haircut and the whiny accent mark him out as a toxic hazard. He’s the kind of champion grumbler who shows up at every constituency surgery with sheaves of paperwork stuffed into plastic bags. And today Jezza came stooping and shuffling into PMQs with a heap of with grievances to dump on David Cameron. The Labour leader’s activism may have a political flavour but its origins are personal. He gets his kicks by enduring defeat. Misery is his life’s mission.
He opened by accusing the PM of rendering children destitute while giving kickbacks to big corporations. Billions, he said, have been wasted reducing taxes while funding for kiddies has fallen by 71 percent. Half a million nippers had been nudged into ‘poverty’.
Cameron revised the figure upward to 800,000 and claimed that these lucky citizens hadn’t been forced into poverty.
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