Won't somebody please think of the irony
WHAT a difference a year makes.
Twelve months ago he could do no wrong, was riding high in the polls and on course for a hundred-seat majority...
Then the public got to know James Gordon Brown, and the more they got to know him, the less they liked him.
A year of indecision, paranoia and imprudence later and the electorate now see him as a useless twat who should never have been allowed to become Prime Minister and must be disposed of at the earliest possible opportunity.
Some of us came to that conclusion a long, long time ago, most notably in September 2006, when a group of junior Ministers - led by the grotesque figure of Government whip Tom Watson - staged a coup against Tony Blair under direct orders from the then Chancellor.
How ironic, then, how utterly and delightfully apt it is that the Labour leader now finds himself being undermined by exactly those same tactics, following the revelation this weekend that two of his front-bench broke ranks and decided enough is enough.
Siobhan McDonagh, a whip just like Gordon's beloved little fatty Mr Watson, and Labour party vice-chair Joan Ryan have been sacked by Brown for demanding nomination papers ahead of next week's party conference.
Leadership and decisiveness at last! Oh, the irony...
And it's not just the relative unknowns who are clamouring for a contest, with Cabinet Ministers John Hutton and David and Ed Milliband sending out coded messages over the airwaves, the Business Secreatary's body language alone spelling doom for the embattled PM.
Hutton's eyeballs almost popped out of his head as he tried desperately to sound sincere in his defence of Brown on Sunday AM this morning while you get the feeling even David Milliband doesn't believe what he's saying any more, so staged and over-the-top is his praise for the Prime Minister, as witnessed on The Politics Show.
Another problem for Brown is that what little support he has comes from the kind of individuals any sane man would regard as an enemy, from paranoid, unintelligible nonentities and vulgar, self-serving hypocrites to unreconstructed class warriors, the latter a laughing stock amongst his peers and an embarrassment to his profession for his slavish toeing of the party line - the man's supposed to be a journalist.
As he wallows in his own cowardice, dithering and unalloyed failure, the one-eyed son of the manse can reflect on the old maxim do unto others as you would have them do unto you; what goes around, comes around.
• Siobhan McDonagh
• Joan Ryan