Sometimes, just sometimes, I am tempted to believe there is a god! Ed's political fratricide against his brother David was, even by Westminster's gutter behavior, a despicable act but, unusually in this sad, old world of ours, he has reaped the reward it deserves. The well-informed Labour insider, Dan Hodges, quotes a deadly phrase at the beginning of his commentary in The Telegraph: "And then there were none." This sums up the situation following the departure of Ed's last possible supporter, the New Statesman magazine which was one of his first and principal supporters. Now he is more or less alone and Hodges draws a cruel historical parallel:
So this morning Miliband is indeed reduced to standing over his map, shuffling around imaginary divisions. The progressive majority. The squeezed middle. The jilted generation. Surely they will come to his aid?
“Where is Balls? Where is Burnham? Where is Murphy?” he asks. And deep in the bunker, his small band of advisers look nervously at one another, and then at the floor.
Ed Miliband is being left to face his destiny. Alone.
To paraphrase dear Oscar, such a darling boy, 'One would have to have a heart of stone to read the death of little Ed without dissolving into tears...of laughter." Even so, it is crucial that Ed keeps going to the election, he is Dave's best and last hope!
