How many working class blokes are left in the Labour party?

It looks like the Labour party in the UK is a mirror image of New Zealand. They are out of touch with their roots, following identity politics and ignoring the working masses.

Now they just treat the working masses as photo opportunities and mouth meaningless platitudes to them as they seek to ban the blokes from standing.

Normally when a white, middle-class, well-educated Brit wants to rub shoulders with a noble savage, he heads off to Kenya to gawk at the Masai dutifully dancing for his chin-stroking entertainment, or he spends a couple of weeks in Palestine to watch brown people picking olives under the yoke of Israeli intimidation. Not Owen Jones. The Independent?s Left-wing columnist has found an altogether cheaper way to mix with earthy, ?authentic? tribes: by hopping on a train to Durham and spending a few hours in the company of that grizzled, largely defeated caste of people known as Miners.

At the weekend Mr Jones spoke at the?Durham Miners? Gala, and the whole thing revealed how anthropological the modern radical Left has become, the extent to which youthful Leftists now treat working-class people as exotic creatures in a political zoo to be photographed and patted. The gala was embarrassingly described by that high priest of chattering-class values, Giles Fraser, as being all about??the banners, the bands and the beer?, a means for former mining communities ?colourfully to proclaim [their] nobility?. They?re the salt of the earth, these rough-handed northerners, and no mistake! According to a Sky News report, Mr Jones??spoke for the people?. What people? The London-based media professionals he hobnobs with? ?

The Labour party here and in the UK has become soft, pampered and the ranks filled with cloth-eared professional politicians who have never lifted a shovel except for a photo opportunity.

Mr Jones and his media friends treated Durham?s miners the same way other middle-class youngsters treat villagers they happen upon in a rural bit of Rwanda: as intriguingly and effortlessly decent, noble creatures who one must simply be photographed standing next to. They tweeted pics of themselves with these cute creatures. In his speech, Mr Jones referred to the miners as??ordinary working people??(ordinary: ?regular, normal, customary? ? OED) and said these poor, grafting folk are often?faceless, forgotten, ignored?. Not any more ? now they?re all over Twitter and Facebook and are having their nobility celebrated in the Guardian, courtesy of their middle-class, Dickensian patrons down in London.

Sigh…same here.

The thrill modern Leftists get from shoulder-rubbing with working tribes might explain why they?re so hostile to any attempt by working people to move up the social ladder, to?stop?being working class. Mr Jones heaps opprobrium on these folk in his book, accusing them of having been won over by Thatcherite ?dog-eat-dog individualism? and failing to celebrate their ?working classness? (oh, Jesus). He favourably quotes Hazel Blears: ?I?ve never understood the term ?social mobility? because that implies you want to get out of somewhere? And I think there is a great deal to be said for making who you are something to be proud of.? In short, know your place. These Leftists want to keep working people frozen in time, suspended in cultural formaldehyde, because as long as they stay put, making ends meet in their defeated yet amazingly still noble towns, then Mr Jones and others can continue making careers from crying over their predicament and marvelling at their earthy decency.

This is the same attitude that sees liberal elite, millionaire, chardonnay socialist media commentators call a minister “a traitor to her past“?for daring to rise above their shitty earlier life of poverty and drudge. How dare someone better themselves, how dare they do things differently. They should get back in their box so the liberal elite, millionaire, chardonnay socialist commentators can laud them for being true to their class and past.