The pond has decided that such is the current absurdity, so abundant is the fluff, that the only way forward is a meme and cartoon-led recovery.
Like this meme, already bounding around wild and free, celebrating the thoughts of Erica:
The pond didn't catch much of the 4 Corners hatchet job on Bill - such is the pond's dislike of Bill - but did wander through when Kathy Jackson was given a free shot.
She wasn't presented as "disgraced union official", she was just given a free shot, at least in the bit the pond saw. A rough equivalent would be getting Craig Thomson or Peter Slipper in to take a pot shot at Abbott, without let or introduction, in the 4 Corners' story about Abbott that will undoubtedly land next Monday. Yes Virginia, there is a Santa, a wild thing and a budget emergency, and no doubt in the interests of balance, 4 Corners will undoubtedly do over Abbott next Monday. Remember, you read it here first, and remember the pond is always wrong ...
And then there was embittered old nest featherer Martin Ferguson, a man of coal, also given plenty of free shots, as he goes about the business of reinventing himself, and becomes a lesser - because even more brainless - nakedly self-serving and self-interested version of Gary Johns.
But then Erica came out with his immortal line, already a meme, and the pond regretted not watching the entire hatchet job, done in the nick of time for Canning, as if it will help the ABC with the coalition ... as if the scorpion rewarded the frog for its humble service.
But enough of that, because in the process jolly Joe has already been swept from the headlines, despite the best endeavours of the cartoonists:
Yes, poor old jolly Joe, losing his timing at this wretched time in his useless career.
But perhaps he never had any, perhaps he was always the stumblebum only catching the headliens for the wrong reasons (and you can catch the first half of that First Dog cartoon here).
The reptile tabloid parrots did their best to fall into line. What a peculiar sight, reptiles screeching like a bunch of cockies:
But there was a distracting bear in the room:
What a glum lead it made for the digerati reptiles of Oz:
That poll result reminded the pond of another cartoon:
Never mind, the pond forgives jolly Joe everything because his valiant attempt to change the direction of the national conversation produced this delightful cartoon:
If only he were a wild thing, instead of a hapless goose in his cups ...
And there was Rowe, too, invoking the pond's other favourite reading material (and more Rowe here):
By golly, that's a demonic Cheshire cat, up there with that cigar-smoking Alice ...
Meanwhile, big Mal was out and about defending the indefensible and the inexcusable, as the NBN went about the business of defending the blow-out, and its second hand fraudband. A fifteen billion dollar blow out for a second rate service ... that's a considerable achievement. And isn't it wondrous to see the well paid bureaucrats deliver their well paid blather as the man with no shame, Mal "Godwin" "let me feed you more bull" Turnbull paraded in his best finery...
But it did produce another delightful meme:
By this time, it should have become clear that the pond is in a frivolous mood this morning.
In the land of fluff, it's fluff or be fluffed.
How fluffy is it getting? Well thanks to Media Watch, the pond was reminded how the melting down Latham attracted the deep sympathy of the commentariat:
Shakspere and Mark Latham? Yes the ineffably stupid Rowan Dean was at his ineffably stupid best.
Finally, some substance, some grit. Let us dwell with the doltish Dean for awhile:
How to put your lippy on before reading the news?
Well there's only one lucid response to that. Get fucked. Go fuck yourself. Why don't you take a flying fuck at the moon Mr Dean ... ?
And if Mark Latham bears the remotest relationship to Shakspere, the pond will eat a serve of lipstick (provided it's raspberry flavoured).
And what do you know this very morning?
But it wasn't just the Fairfaxians. The reptiles were also lining up to cluck cluck and tut tut:
Now what's the bet that this very day, you will see Jeff Kennett, Miranda the Devine, the Bolter and the ineffably dumb Rowan Dean lining up to berate prudish Liberal MP Fiona Scott, and defend the hapless Q and A and its Shaksperian form of free speech and a little anal joke?
You know, this sort of rhetorical guff:
In your dreams, anal lovers, but it's all you can expect in this time of fluff in the land of fluff ...
Instead you're likely to find much time and talk expended sagely explaining how Abbott has developed and expanded and grown, and become more liberal and aware and progressive over the years. Just look at his attitude to gay marriage to see how he's broadened ...
About the only good thing in that jibber jabber is the chance of a good meme:
And so on, as if the leopard or the tiger would change stripes or spots or whatever they're wearing this day, but it introduces a most excellent Pope cartoon, and more Pope here:
Is it any wonder the pond has developed a profound contempt for the dissembling Abbott?
And is there anything else to note on this anal day of fluff, cartoons and memes?
Just one thing:
And so the reptile commentariat of Oz select their future king and present him to the emperor as their choice ...