Not to get hysterical about this or anything, but Simon Danczuk is a traitor. It doesn't matter whether you're a Corbynista or not, whether you think he's electable, or even if you believe he should be replaced. Danczuk's extreme displays of public disloyalty clearly amount to consorting with the opposition, and should be enough to see him disappeared overnight, were his boss anything like the Stalinist he accuses him of being.

It's unlikely, though, seeing as all the talk of purges in the Parliamentary Labour Party has been coming from the beaten Blairite right, of whom Danczuk is the mischief-maker in chief. A wealthy buffoon with a gob on him, Danczuk has committed enough crimes that a more vicious man than Jeremy Corbyn might already be pushing for his de-selection. He's thrown in with the Mail, the paper that previously dragged him to prominence from the backbenches courtesy of his ex-wife's decolletage, and he now openly aids the Tories with constant sniping from a column prominently displayed on one of the most visited websites in the world.

In a naked attempt to undermine his boss\'s authority, Danczuk attempts to portray him as lily-livered and childlike, with tedious references to green tea, falafel and the usual lies about the party\'s new head of strategy Seumas Milne - all right-wing red meat.

This is not his only betrayal; he was discussing a day-one rebellion were Corbyn to get in months before the Labour leadership ballots were cast, and now this Matalan Malcolm Tucker has announced himself as a stalking horse candidate in a future coup, in an attempt to appeal to a Labour majority so silent it doesn't vote in its own leadership elections, or exist.

His attempts to cook the leadership vote ended in embarrassment as Corbyn won a historic mandate from all segments of the party membership, revealing the Blairites as a minority faction in a party they thought they'd overrun, but the chutzpah of threatening a coup to derail democratic process was stupefying.

Danczuk revealed himself as the kind of dictatorial type he claims to despise: a Stalinist dinosaur unwilling to trust his own electorate even though it delivered a majority so thumping it'll be seen in the geological record. But even though his first gambit failed, Miniavelli seems undeterred, and is now fighting a bold rearguard action against the interests of his own party, like a latterday Lord HawHaw.

Much like John McTernan, the Blairite adviser who can't win elections and admires Thatcher for breaking strikes and selling off council houses, one wonders how Danczuk, a proponent of austerity and 'self-reliance', even came to consider the Labour Party at all. He calls himself a moderate, but his actions speak louder than his words - in choosing so often to attack his own party, he should be stripped of his position in it.

In the past, he has accused Labour's left of being no better than the BNP, and he was still stirring the pot yesterday. He was called in by his leader recently, who graciously refrains from issuing the bollocking he so richly deserves, and suitably unchastened, he runs straight to his column in the Mail - an organ, it shouldn't need to be repeated, of the opposition - and dobs Corbyn in like the class sneak.

In a naked attempt to undermine his boss's authority, Danczuk attempts to portray him as lily-livered and childlike, with tedious references to green tea, falafel and the usual lies about the party's new head of strategy Seumas Milne - all right-wing red meat.

The Mail are not publishing dear Simon's words because it has in any way a sincere interest in the good governance of the Labour Party. It is destablising its leader to soften the ground for another Tory win, and it is Quislings like Danczuk and McTernan in the Spectator and Telegraph who enable this, men who pretend to be tribalists, but act in any way but.

Danczuk wants to bring in fresh talent with his stalking horse nonsense; talent like Chuka, who didn't last a week in a leadership contest; Dan Jarvis, who didn't even run, but who does look like a Hollywood representation of an American president who fights his way out of a captured White House; and Emma Reynolds, someone who no one outside the spad-ocracy even knows.

It would be easy to laugh at this venal man and his cack-handed dark arts, but he is as dangerous as he is disloyal. There's an unfounded confidence on the right of the party that centrism is preferred by the rank and file. The Corbyn surge, which brought in so much fired-up new blood, obviously shows otherwise and any attempt to bring Corbyn down through the apparatus of the PLP would surely kill the party as its new and old supporters leave in disgust.

Labour's base is not business-oriented Blairites who threaten to turn blue the minute a leftie gets in; Corbyn's win demonstrates just how sick the base is of the soulless laissez-faire onto which the Danczuks of this world hold, and attempts to cast out a man considered to be the barman at Labour's last chance saloon would be poorly received. Danczuk must be careful what he wishes for; if Corbyn is crushed by recalcitrant party machinery, there may not be much of a Labour left to save.