Let the reptiles enter the ring, and let the fun begin.
Let mockery be the game, and throw down plenty of sawdust in the ring, because there will be blood:
Oh don't stop there, do go on:
Oh not that the Hilaire Belloc ploy. Not that one, why it's more dangerous than the hopping crane move in The Karate Kid.
Now is there a second round?
Look, the Bolter is limping, but he's adopting that brave hopping crane stance.
Can a reptile be a crane? You'd better believe it:
Oh dear, not the Stalinist ploy.
Could that really be a Murdochian calling out the reptiles as Stalinist, albeit called foul for the breach of Godwin's Law?
Low behaviour? Disturbing? Murdochian power?
How soon before a principled man resigns from this gutter-seeking gang of Stalinist reptiles?
Yes, of course ...
Talk's cheap, but once an attention-seeking reptile, always a paranoid attention-seeking reptile ...
So all we get is mock turtle indignation.
And a hearty pond thanks to the correspondent who noted the fun.
May there be many other feuds in the dank swamp known as Murdoch reptile la la land ...