Bennett is back. They've rolled him out, they had to, they have nothing left. There were reports that senior Labour people were in tears when they saw the polls. I dread to think of the floods and floods of tears when they hear that Bennett has been deemed their last help and hope.
He has emerged from the lagoon not a moment too soon, wet, slippery, slimy and spouting hot air out of every orifice, creating confusion, queering the pitch, trying to confound the people wth false promises and vain hopes.
He tells us that Brussels may boost jobs, may cut bills and that pigs may fly.
He says, in a line possibly fed to him by a teenage whizzkid on loan from a gubbernerment sink tank
EU immigration is not the problem, illegal immigration is the problem
This is a line that has most probably emerged after a crisis meeting and video conference with the EU Commission and every teenage whizzkid on the parliamentary payroll.
It is intended to stump the people and make them think again. Bennett "cares" as he stomps across the stage and fixes the unfortunate audience with one of his scary stares, a mixture of menace and rage.
He'll jab his finger and intone in a drone some piece of spin that will sink without trace like a sorry stone.
They're desperate, there are "tears" and fears and wails and moans, they are scrabbling for straws, they are on all fours, like dogs chewing at bones.
As the clock ticks, more and more pricks will appear on the stage to browbeat the British people and tell them to behave.
Don't let them fool you, don't let them school you, don't let the EU rule you.
Vote Leave, believe, get some reprieve, give the Establishment the heave.