Microcephalic Marlowe persists in his bizarre fantasy: "That sad excuse for a party is going down. Blair may save his career by jumping ship. He seems to be maneuvering in prep for that. But the party is screwed."
Are you congenitally incapable of understanding the workings of a parliamentary democracy even after having its spelled out for you repeatedly? Blair will "save his career" by switching parties about half an hour after pigs fly out of your ass.
cordially,