(Above: and more excellent Rowe here).
The reptiles are still in a high state of agitation about the coup and the conspirators and the consequences.
The pond needs to look no further than David Crowe in the lizard Oz, foreshadowing years of leadership instability ahead.
It takes a time to get there, and first we must do the dance of history:
So what have we established to this point? That Abbott was a tone-deaf, cloth-eared fool?
Careful, you might just earn a knighthood with that observation. And sure enough:
Oh dear, it's not sounding good for the clap happy ScoMo:
Hmm, a bruised, undercut Treasurer, leadership instability, and so forth and so on.
What brave, intrepid reptile warrior will stand against the ramblings of the leftist Crowe and the rest of the leftist rabble that now apparently infest the lizard Oz?
Come on down Akker Dakker, the pond hasn't featured one of your rants in such a long time.
Good stuff is sure to follow, but where's the hagiographic portrait of Akker Dakker, arms defiantly folded against the hordes of leftists, the sinister cliques of rabid cardigan wearers and greenies? This sort of thing ...
Sadly, it's gone. Modesty is the new black amongst the Terrorist tabloid hacks, as hagiographic excess and defiance now has to take a strictly verbal form ...
But when you get there, it's still the same old lulu:
Yep, take that David Crowe, you nervous nelly kumbaya you ... and let's get back to a form of discourse that was common only a month ago, but now seems like a most peculiar and strange kind of ranting, mixed with yearning for the good old days of a month ago, as the ABC and Fairfax and the Twittersphere cop it all over again:
What admirable chutzpah. Tony Abbott extraordinarily successful, and cheeky talk of dinosaurs, and a displaced memory of what constitutes the least successful government in recent memory ... and by recent, we need only talk of a couple of weeks since its passing.
Hey nonny no, on we go:
Take that David Crowe, Akker Dakker and the Terrorists have a new hero, and he isn't bruised in the slightest, thanks to the power of speaking in tongues, and never you mind about revenues, he'll fix everything with savage cuts ...
But then, having taken such a generous dose of the kool aid, the pond made the fatal mistake of heading down to the comments section.
Everybody knows the memes about reading the comments, but suddenly things seemed seriously awry in Terrorist land.
The punters who stopped by were mocking Akker Dakker and arguing with him:
Well it actually was mainly someone called Steven, who clearly works at the ABC on the night shift ... but it's come to this already, with the reptiles deeply confused.
ScoMo is bruised but he's the saviour, there's years of instability ahead, and there's salvation just around the budgetary corner, and never you mind about revenues or cuts to services ... and so on and so forth ...
For now, it seems, we see through a glass darkly ...
All that's left is a Pope cartoon, and more excellent Popery here ...
And here's the song ... oh he's so young, and suddenly the pond had an acid flashback to Adelaide and Paul Kelly and the Dots supporting Bryan Ferry ...