Derek Thomas doesn’t exist. I chose that name years ago when a senior Herald journalist (Robbie Dinwoodie) left a message on my mobile phone answering service and I wanted to send him material about Frances Curran, material which I have blogged about since. That journalist never got back to me. His loss. I dropped the pseudonym Derek Thomas a while back.
Anyway, while we are on the subject, ‘comrade’ Manzil, who the hell are you? You claim to be a member of the Socialist Party but the only member of the Socialist Party who ever posts on Andy Newman’s Capitalist Disunity NarkSquad has zero respect for you. I can’t say I blame him. The fact you pander to toxic sectarians like Andy Newman and Tony Collins suggests, as does absolutely everything you say about TUSC and about your follow Socialist Party comrades that these people are not your comrades after all. Do you know what you remind me of, ‘comrade’ Manzil? You seem like a clone of Socialist Party members I knew whose first loyalty was to a completely different organisation. You remind me of Phil Burton-Cartledge.
Once upon a time, Phil Burton-Cartledge acted as a spy for John Chamberlain’s supporters of convicted pedophiles. Then he metamorphosed into a bag carrier for an upper class twit friend of the disgusting Lord Peter Mandelson, someone who got parachuted into a safe Labour seat against the wishes of the members of the party. And this idiot has the nerve to lecture others on principle or even the most basic norms of democracy. Jesus Christ.
Do you know who else you remind me of, ‘comrade’ Manzil? You remind me of two other bufoons used by John Chamberlain to act as spies within Peter Taaffe’s organisation: Lawrie Coombes and Harry Paterson.
My guess, ‘comrade’ Manzil, is that you are doing to Peter Taaffe’s Socialist Party what the Soviet Goon Boy is doing to the Socialist Workers Party: infiltrating in the hope of shit-stirring, hollowing out the organisation from within. Then again, I concede that this is just a preliminary assessment. I guess it is possible that you are the greatest things since sliced bread. Who can say?