THOUGH cowards flinch and traitors sneer, Jeremy Corbyn will keep the white flag flying here.

Labour’s leader took his old Marxist carcass off to Brussels to lick the boots of EU leaders, promising Labour would vote against ANY deal that Theresa May strikes, and vowing Labour is committed to staying in the customs union — which means Brexit never happens.

Tony Benn — Corbyn’s hero and the most eloquent opponent of the EU this country ever had — would have puked.

Corbyn grovelling in Brussels was the most disgraceful appeasement since Neville Chamberlain returned from Herr Hitler promising “peace in our time."

The Labour Party has never looked so far removed from its roots, and so distant from the working class it was meant to protect and so totally indifferent to the fate of our country.

When they were waving their little Palestinian flags at the Labour Party conference, it looked like the Last Night of the Proms on the Gaza Strip.

Would the delegates wave the flag of their own nation with such fervour?

Motion overruled, comrade! Labour love a sing-song of that old Jew-baiting favourite “From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free”, but you would never catch them whistling Land Of Hope And Glory or Jerusalem.

It is hard to believe that Labour was once the party of the working-class patriots who had just spent six years defeating Nazi Germany.

In 1945 Labour were swept to a landslide victory in the General Election by a country eager for radical social change.

The greatest generation called and Labour answered, building the NHS, the welfare state and all the foundations of modern Britain.

How truly sad to see that Corbyn’s Labour lack anything resembling patriotism.

Jeremy revealed last week that he would never use nuclear weapons without the public’s permission.

Just what you need on the brink of nuclear Armageddon — a mealy-mouthed peacenik who wants to hold a referendum or two before he thinks about retaliating.

The nation that gave Labour its landslide in 1945 — those men and women who knew exactly what it felt like for a nation to fight for its life — would have laughed in the face of Comrade Corbyn and his lily-livered, turn-the-other-cheek, ban-the-bomb pacifism.

But Corbyn, pictured at Labour’s conference is a joke that is not funny any more.

As pathetic as Corbyn seems — with his soft spot for terrorist groups, and his clunky speeches larded with schmaltz and bile, and economic policies that would turn us into a rainy Venezuela — he is striking a chord with what we might call the unhappy majority.

If you are a commuter who endures a lousy and expensive train service day after day, year after year, then why WOULDN’T you respond to Corbyn’s call to nationalise the railways?

And if you are a young couple who sees no chance of ever getting on the housing ladder, then why WOULDN’T you believe that your prospects could not possibly get any worse under Labour?

A new poll reveals that only 28 per cent of people renting property would vote Tory.

And if you are a young university graduate who can find a job, but not one that is worthy of your education, then why WOULDN’T you take a punt on Labour and its magic money tree?

Here is one great reason to never put Corbyn in power — Labour would wreck the economy.

Corbyn wants to tax “the rich” but if he ever gets elected, the truly rich will be on the next private plane out of Blighty.

The increased tax burden will fall on our working people and whatever these grafters pay, it will never be enough.

And yet, and yet — why vote Tory?

As the Tories gather for their conference in Birmingham, I find an old Luther Vandross song running around my brain — Give Me The Reason To Want You Back.

This is the task of Theresa May and her Tory Party now — they must give the nation a reason to want them in power.

Because if they can’t, then I fear the Tories are sleepwalking their way to opposition.

It is not enough for Theresa May that Labour isn’t fit to run a whelk stall.

Corbyn’s Labour, once the party of compassion, has never seethed with so much hatred for so many — Labour moderates, the Press, Jews, bosses, the Brexit-supporting working class and Satan’s spawn, the Tories.

But too many of our people are desperately unhappy with the way things are today — the commuter on his rubbish train, the young couple in their rented rathole with a baby on the way, the hard-working student burdened down with loans competing for a job with workers from all over the world.

And then there are the silent 17.4million who were told that their decision to leave the European Union was final and are watching the biggest vote for anything in our history slowly being betrayed.

But the task to win back the nation is not impossible for Theresa May.

For what people want — as both Margaret Thatcher and Tony Blair understood, and the reason they both won three General Elections — is to be given HOPE.

The hope that hard work will be rewarded. The hope that putting in the hours will give you and your family a home of your own.

The hope that a bold, decisive, patriotic Prime Minister has the spine to stand up for this great country.

A bit of positivity always goes down a treat, Theresa. That’s not politics. It’s human nature.

Right now, the fantasy of a Socialist paradise funded by the wicked rich is being believed.

Right, now Comrade Corbyn and his gang of terrorist groupies and economic dunderheads are humming all the best tunes.

So come on, Theresa — up your game today. And give us a reason to want you back.