The report today should be the fuel the left needs to come roaring back with the ferocity of a cyclone within the party.

I ask, do not run away in the face of bullies. Do not cede one inch of territory to them. Run them out, send them packing with their tails between their legs

It is the socialists who belong in this institution; not these miserable wretches. Fight for it. The nature of the party, it's history, it's spirit; it belongs to the left. Do not give it away willingly.

A number of your comrades still stand in the party, and whilst I won't denounce anyone who sees no fruit to bear in the Labour Party, I do ask that you don't leave us who remain within it, and continue to stand and fight with us.

As comrades, we must link arms so that our bones become concrete; not splinter like driftwood. When we allow the links in the chains that hold us bound to one another, we shall be divided and conquered, our standards torn and jeered at...

...but together, let them send all the King's horses and men, let them send an army, let them send everything that isn't nailed down, let them send a Category Four hurricane at us; we will only send a Category Five right back.

Today is the closest I have ever come to abandoning this party. But to do so is to cede defeat to those most rotten elements in this party. If they are to claim victory, let them come & take it from our cold, rigor mortis clenched fingers. I'll die before they can take my pride.

If you stay for no other reason, if defeat is inevitable in your eyes, then stay to give them all the hell you can muster. Do not give them the satisfaction of watching the door hit you in the ass on the way out.