Weakness comes in many guises. Last night, for instance, I found myself feeling something close to pity for Jeremy Corbyn. Pictures of the House of Commons may be notoriously unreliable but they can still tell a story. And there it is: Corbyn Alone, Jeremy Agonistes, Jezza Contra Mundum. Mocked by his enemies and abandoned by his notional supporters, the question is no longer whether Jeremy Corbyn is a disaster for the Labour party but, rather, when his leadership will be put out of its misery.
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