In six short months Keir Starmer has managed to achieve the impossible. Incredibly, he has outdone even Cameron, May, Johnson, Truss and Sunak, the five corrupt, criminal Tories who preceded him, and now stands unchallenged as the UK’s worst Prime Minister ever – and that is really saying something given Britain’s venerable history of spectacularly awful governments.

There’s the brazen breaking of promises; the dropping of any manifesto policy that was remotely progressive; the shocking continuation of the 14 years of Tory austerity that destroyed every aspect of the public realm and a civilised society; the zealous implementation of utterly discredited hard-line Thatcherite economics; the ridiculous reliance on untested, unproven and menacing speculative technological fixes, such as cold fusion nuclear power stations, carbon capture and surrendering agency to AI ; the gleefully cruel treatment of the poor, the weak, the old, the young, the vulnerable, the sick, the disabled and the downtrodden; the grovelling to the powerful; the dancing to the tune of the far-right media barons; the disgusting subservience to the demands of the super-rich, tax dodgers, offshore tax havens, dirty money, City of London fat cats, foreign oligarchs, big business and secretive, sinister lobby groups; the cowardly appeasing of fascists; the ditching of any pretence of concern about the environmental crisis, the destruction of nature, catastrophic climate change, responsibility to future generations and our one and only planet; and the insane obsession with ‘growth’ above all else to conceal a complete absence of ideas, ideals and principles and an unwillingness to bring about an economy that serves the interests of the many not just the rich.

With his total lack of charisma, personality, charm and intellect, his robotic stiffness, his groomed-to-death appearance, his inability to improvise, be spontaneous or think on his feet, plus the ghastly, grating tones of his Estuary English accent, Starmer is very obviously a stooge, a placeman doing the bidding of the far-right sects who have taken over the Labour Party. There is something rather nasty about him which from time to time, in unguarded moments, he can’t keep hidden. During the ‘freebies’ scandal last year, he seemed unable to comprehend that all his pre-election talk of ‘change’ was being eviscerated by the Tory-style greed and casual corruption he displayed by getting a millionaire to pay for his designer glasses, accepting free tickets and corporate hospitality from Arsenal FC and wads of tickets from Taylor Swift and her record company to attend her gigs. Reacting to the general outrage and amazement that a man of his great wealth needed to freeload at all, he behaved like a peevish, truculent child being denied his right to enjoy himself, not like a serious politician who understands that being Prime Minister isn’t about having fun and racking up new leisure opportunities.

Anyhow, why would someone from Oxted on the Kent/Surrey border fanatically support north London giants Arsenal, owned by an American billionaire and sponsored by Middle-east despots? Is it because he’s just an unimaginative, fair-weather fan who can’t see beyond the obvious, the successful and the wealthy? And, come to that, what the hell is a 62-year-old man doing at a pop concert for pubescent little girls and tone-deaf queers performed by an auto-tuned, pitch-corrected semi-naked billionaire American? Is it because he’s a cripplingly conventional philistine who can’t see beyond the obvious, the successful and the wealthy?

The main problem with him can be boiled down to one thing: he’s very stupid. It seems he actually believes that sticking his tongue up the arses of Labour’s sworn enemies is going to win their support, and it seems he never grasped the main lesson of WW2 that most people of his age should have learnt with their mother’s milk: the only way to beat far-right scum is not by cosying up to them, flattering them and imitating them, but by waging war on them until they are defeated.

As ever, the UK is in the hands of a dangerous person; this time an infantile, over-entitled man-child, a grotesque parody of what a Labour leader should be, a creepy-crawly con-man – and a useful idiot for organisers of the fascist putsch coming your way.