pennine:Brilliant article,my appreciation to its author. It hits the nail on the head.
Personally it’s a great pity i feel, what’s become of Glastonbury as I believe it used to be a spiritual place & a treasure in our Island nation’s folklore & legend. Legend (firm belief to some) of visits by St Joseph of Arimathea Christ’s uncle& even bringing with him the infant Jesus/Yeshua (Inspiration of one of my favourite poems by William Blake “Jerusalem”) A wealthy business man, doing trade with the tin & copper mines in South-West England, it wouldn’t be all that improbable. It’s claimed that the first Christian church was founded at Glastonbury by Joseph.
The mess left behind shows the extent of respect & fondness for this holy ground, many of its attendees really have(many of them doubtless pseudo-“Global Warming” environmentalists at that, i bet.) Mr Corbyn must have struck a harmonious chord with many of his audience,most probably EU Remainers (Remoaners) in wanting the hordes of immigrants flooding into our land, just to clean & slave after these Champaign Socialists on the cheapest rates they can get away with paying. Such hypocrisy.
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Spoilt Brats Go To Glasto, So Corbyn Fits Right In
Where did Corbyn learn about the working classes? Jeremy was a private school boy, with rich parents, who has never known pain or want in his life. So he’s comfortable relating to the sort of people who go to Glasto! Corbo was a spoilt brat as a child, every wish granted. Ditto the posers at Glasto!
Boris Johnson knows more about pain, deprivation and loss than fakey poo Corbyn will ever know and he doesn’t go around shouting about it! Private schooling and being spoilt silly don’t make you a man of the people, Jeremy!
Dominic Lawson wrote today: ‘CORBYN bares his soul at Glastonbury and speaks directly to the dispossessed.’ That was the headline on a eulogistic article about the Labour leader’s address to the pop festival, which so captivated one of the countless BBC staff attending that he tweeted a photo of Corbyn taking the crowd’s applause with the caption ‘When you ace the chorus line.’
In reality, Glastonbury is about the least appropriate place in Britain to ‘speak directly to the dispossessed’. Tickets to enter are £238. And while comrade Jeremy spoke to them of ‘building bridges, not walls’, there are barriers all around the festival site to keep out the riff-raff.
The dispossessed of the world would be scandalised by the waste of the types (whether Corbyn fans or not) attending this self-indulgent shindig. After last year’s festival, it took 500 workers three weeks to clean up the mess, at a cost of almost £800,000.
One of those involved in this unpleasant job put out a film on YouTube, and described the scenes of casual devastation: ‘Alcohol, gas bottles, tents, camping chairs, trolleys, airbeds . . . these are horrible people, using other people’s energy to clear up after themselves.’
According to the Glastonbury Free Press, last year 57 tonnes of re-usable items were left behind. They may be termed ‘the dispossessed’ — but only of what they’d thoughtlessly discarded.
You’re welcome to ‘Glasto’, Jeremy: I’d rather spend a weekend anywhere else.