Given the aphorism that he or she who wields the knife never wears the crown, it's almost comical watching the two Labourites most ambitious for the leadership lying through their teeth in professing their undying loyalty to Brown in an effort to distance themselves from the assassins.
In contrast Blears, Clarke and the rest who have wielded their stilettos (if you believe the aphorism) are ruling themselves out as contenders.
If Brown goes after June, will he be the first Prime Minister to have taken and left office without ever having faced the electorate?
These days I look at the comments on Labourhome as a source of deep comfort and amusement. I can't remember when I've enjoyed myself more.