Does Keir Starmer feel ashamed that he tried to get Hamas ‘groupie’ Jeremy Corbyn elected twice?

AS the unspeakable crimes of Hamas are revealed, does Sir Keir Starmer feel ashamed that he twice tried to get Jeremy Corbyn – a self-proclaimed “friend” of Hamas – elected as Prime Minister?

And the question is worth asking, because if Jeremy Corbyn was Prime Minister today — with Keir Starmer no doubt a senior member of his Cabinet — then this country would find itself out of step with the civilised world and its condemnation of Hamas atrocities.

You think Brexit built barriers between this country and the rest of the world?

Try having a British Prime Minister who is sympathetic towards the psychopathic baby-killers of Hamas.

It would make us a global pariah, although we would be popular in Iran.

So I ask again — is Starmer ashamed of supporting Corbyn?

Because he bloody well should be.

Let me be clear — I do not for one second doubt that Starmer is as sickened and appalled as the rest of us about the crimes against humanity inflicted on innocent Israeli civilians.

Starmer has been unequivocal in his condemnation of the unimaginable atrocities of Hamas.

But we can’t simply forget that Starmer once showed unequivocal support for a Hamas groupie like Corbyn.

At two general elections, Starmer strained every sinew to get Corbyn into 10 Downing Street.

We all make mistakes. We can all get things wrong.

And Starmer is entitled to change his mind about a man he more recently blocked from standing as a Labour MP.

But Keir Starmer’s promotion of a friend of Hamas makes him look totally unfit to be the next British Prime Minister.

There is no rationalising the atrocities of Hamas.

There is nothing in this world that excuses parading the naked body of a young woman on the back of a truck and spitting on her lifeless, broken body.

And whatever the historic grievances of the Palestinian people, there is no justification for burning families alive, for kidnapping terrified children, for widespread rape, murder and — God help us — decapitating babies.

Unimaginable torments

Any human heart must bleed for the innocent Palestinians who now suffer their own unimaginable torments because of the crimes of Hamas.

The Palestinians are human too.

But Hamas — those cowards, those terrorists — did not cross the border into Israel to fight the Israeli Defence Forces.

They came to slaughter kids at a festival — young people who, ironically enough, are invariably the Israelis most critical of Benjamin Netanyahu’s right-wing government.

Shani Louk, 22, was the naked girl on the back of that truck, the unconscious or possibly dead young woman the terrorists saw fit to spit on.

Shani grew up in Israel but had a German passport.

And the bitter irony is that Shani was a conscientious objector to the military service that Israel demands of its young people.

Shani wanted nothing but peace.

And Hamas spat on her, just as they spit on all those who want Israel to behave with more compassion to its Palestinian neighbours.

No chance of that now. Hatred breeds nothing but more hatred.

But let us be thankful that the UK is not ruled by a Prime Minister with sympathy for these scumbags — the very definition of terrorists.

What a national embarrassment that would have been, what a source of endless shame.

We can all be grateful that Jeremy Corbyn never made it to Downing Street.

And I wonder — is Keir Starmer grateful too?

Nicole’s an old hand as Norma

NICOLE SCHERZINGER is the toast of the West End in a new production of Sunset Boulevard.

As Norma Desmond, Nicole gets to deliver one of the most famous lines in Hollywood history.

“Mr DeMille – I’m ready for my close-up!”

As played by Gloria Swanson, Norma was the epitome of a silent movie star who has had her day.

Surely Nicole is too young for the role?

It’s like getting Miley Cyrus to play Miss Havisham in a production of Great Expectations.

What a shocker to learn that Nicole, at 45, is only six years younger than Gloria Swanson was when she played nutty old Norma in Billy Wilder’s 1950 film.

You know you are getting old when one of the Pussycat Dolls is playing the lead in Sunset Boulevard.

Tories' women in lead

THE next leader of the Tories is likely to be a woman.

Penny Mordaunt? Kemi Badenoch? Suella Braverman?

She would be the fourth female leader of the Conservative Party.

But after 123 years, Labour is yet to have their first female leader.

But it is Labour who are getting their fair trade, biodegradable knickers in a twist about a lack of diversity in politics.

Labour want political parties to publish data about how diverse their candidates are.

This from a party who have always been led by old white blokes.

When Keir Starmer got glitterbombed, the first person to rush to help him was . . . a woman.

So come on, comrades – give your female comrades a look-in!

Labour’s blatant lack of diversity is becoming embarrassing.

We're a sorry state

THE King had fantastically successful tours of Germany and France.

After all the hurt feelings around Brexit, Charles held out the hand of friendship – and it was warmly embraced.

His trip to the former British colony of Kenya will be trickier.

Charles is expected to offer some form of apology for the abuses carried out by the colonial administration in the Fifties.

The British certainly unleashed terrible violence in Kenya.

It is right that it is acknowledged by our King.

But there was violence on the other side too.

The Mau Mau, anti-colonial rebels slaughtered entire families of white farmers in their beds.

Or is it only the British that ever have to apologise?

Block Euro thugs

WHEN I was a football-crazy kid, still giddy with the euphoria of 1966 and all that, there was a rumour that you could get into the FA Cup Final at Wembley without a ticket.

There was greyhound racing at Wembley stadium on Friday nights for most of the 20th century.

The plan was you went to the dogs on Friday night, then when the greyhounds were snug in their kennels, you hid in the toilets, sneaking out for the big match on Saturday.

When my mate Jimmy Ball and I tried it the night before the 1969 FA Cup Final (Manchester City v Leicester City), the plan went like a dream – right up until the security guards let out a pack of German Shepherds at midnight.

Jimmy and I were sniffed out of the Wembley toilets and then kicked out of the stadium.

And I thought of that night when 2,000 ticketless yobs tried to storm the Euros 2020 final between England and Italy in 2021.

I bet many of them had their own theory about gate-crashing a big match at Wembley – overwhelming feckless security guards, leaping turnstiles, bunking in with a legitimate ticket holder, etc.

The violent chaos that night is a shameful stain on our national sport.

It is a miracle that nobody was killed.

I thought that we would never host another major football tournament in my lifetime.

But the 2028 Euros will be in the UK and Ireland with the final at Wembley – incredible, considering what happened last time.

We are told £4.3million will be spent on better-trained security guards, reinforced doors and non-climb fences.

Security, we are assured, will be massively improved. It will need to be.

Because if the match is big enough, there will always be fans who think they can bunk in without a ticket.

IF the gutless Football Association is too timid to support Israel, then they should knock all their virtue signalling on the head.

No more taking the knee. No more rainbow laces.

No more crocodile tears for the fashionable cause of the week. It is all totally meaningless.

Because you were too scared to stand up for the Jewish community.

A MORRIS dancing group has struck a blow for our woke modern world by dropping the word “men” from its name.

The all-skipping, all-prancing, all-hanky-waving Brighton Morris Men have renamed themselves Brighton Morris, so as not to offend non-binary males.

And the funny thing is – they STILL won’t admit women!

You would need a heart of stone not to laugh.

TAYLOR SWIFT’S film of her record-smashing Eras tour was released on Friday.

Global advance sales for Eras have already topped £81million – box office gold.

Swift’s film is being hailed as a lifeline for struggling cinemas.

But I sat in sold-out cinemas all summer long.

After Barbie, Oppenheimer and now Taylor Swift cinema feels like it is one of the few industries booming.