In which the cryogenic corpse continues to show life, at least in the heart of the Bolter ...

(Above: and more Rowe here).

There's much afoot today, so first it's best to get the business of checking the cryogenic corpse for signs of life ...

The reptiles of Oz do their best to cast a rosy glow to the poll as the Nats behave like the Cong in 'Nam (or is that Uncle Sam in Iraq?)...

Uh huh, but how goes it against the utterly wet Bill Shorten?

Naturally the Bolter is inconsolable ...

Some of the reptiles do their best ... Troy Bramston's solution is to suggest that if Abbott loved Australia, or at least his fellow Libs, he'd leave it and them, and the sooner the better ...

But the Bolter is in a state of inconsolable rage and yearning.

Some of it is the fault of the wretched Tim Dick, who berated Tony Abbott and celebrated Malware on the weekend in The heckling of Malcolm Turnbull shows him as the leader Tony Abbott never was ...

Oh you filthy Fairfaxians, that just puts the Bolter between a rock and a hard-place ... if that non-Liberal Liberal leader tells preposterous untruths, well, that’s all right, as long as he’s not the AbbottAbbottAbbott ...

The non-Liberal Liberal leader ...

Yes, we're still deep in hate territory.

The Bolter felt so strongly that he promptly burst into print to announce he would never swear fealty to the usurping king, a man surely worse in base knavery than the malign caricature that Shakespeare made of Richard III:

The funny thing at the moment is that it's impossible to tell who is who.

Are the comedy items doing the rounds coming from outraged conservatives, or from Labor and the Shortinistas, hiding under the deep cover of the true Liberals?

Put it another way. Is Peter Reith a real Liberal?

Oh sure, he might have worked for Howard once upon a time and deployed the hounds as required, but does he lunch with genuine Liberals?

Does he eat with real salt of the earth, grime on their hands Liberals, or is he some toff munching down on the foie gras at the big end of town? You know the sort that likes a decent red and a nice opera and dreams of owning a nice big Tim Storrier painting, and thereby, by simple definition, can't be one of Howard's loyal battlers? (No, the pond wasn't suggesting anything about the Bolter) ...

You can see how desperate it's become, how tragic, how convoluted, how by criticising Turnbull, the Bolter is actually working hard for him, how deep cover is just cover for the even deeper cover, and we're right in the morass of a John le Carré novel where nothing is but what is not ... or perhaps abroad with scientological Tom Cruise tearing off his face mask to reveal the nip and tuck beneath, which is more than enough to force the quivering and quavering British fiend Atlee (well done Simon McBurney, sounding as if you believed the guff) to realise the game is up ...

So when you see this sort of stuff on Twitter ...

... it's likely a covert action by the Bolter and his chums to inspire loyalty and support for Malware amongst the Fairfaxians and the ABC's cardigan wearers ... because their hatred of Tony Abbott explains his defeat at the polls in the 2013 election ...

Oh wait, the Bolter has got the pond so befuddled and hornswoggled, it doesn't know whether it's coming or going, or if that's deep cover or just a bush, or what really happened in 2013 or 2015, and is the Twin Towers a gigantic conspiracy  ...

Oh the fiend, the filthy liberal fiend ...

And worse ... yes worse ... there's the NBN ...

You can imagine how the pond started to roll the jaffas down the aisles when that little NBN hoppy toad popped into the Bolter's keyboard ... because the Bolter, back in the day, was full of stories about the disgrace of the NBN's roll out under Labor, and its many failures and disasters - and who could quibble about the delusional Stephen "I've got a great big filter for everything" - Conroy, but as soon as Abbott got in and Turnbull set about wrecking fibre and returning to nineteenth century as required by the luddite, the Bolter maintained a remarkable aloofness and silence ...

Until now ...

Perhaps it was all part of the cover of that deep cover operation ... or perhaps the Bolter is just doing deep cover for the man love that's been there from the very beginning ... not that there's anything wrong with man love when it's so unabashed, and warm and giving and yearning and misty-eyed, and moist with the smell of onions as the hills come alive with the sound of that wonderful vegetable ...

But it's not just the Bolter who is nervous.

As an after dinner mint, there's just time to watch the Oz editorialist doing a nervous nelly and anxiously wringing hands ...

Raw indeed, and what monster would enjoy a raw onion munched into with vigour?

This is code of course. Forget about the broader electorate. The Oz editorialist is warning big Mal to pay attention to the alienated far right bunch of rat bags that make up the stinking Murdochian bunker ...

And what does that mean?

Well the Bolters of the far right are implacable and it seems as if they're determined to push Turnbull as far away from the centre as they can, thereby ensuring that the Liberal party will now continue as the party for extremists, and likely enough the feuding has the capacity to degut the party in its run-up to the election ...

What sensible moderate Liberal party would behave that way?

Well some might cite The Scorpion and the Frog as the explanation, with the Bolter a dead cert for the role of the scorpion, but it makes the pond want to burst into song ...

Everybody's talking and no one says a word 
Everybody's making love and no one really cares 
There's Abbotts and Bolters in the bathroom just below the stairs 
Always something happening and nothing going on 
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot 
They've made a bloody fortune in China so don't finish what you got 
Nobody told me there'd be days like these 
Nobody told me there'd be days like these 
Nobody told me there'd be days like these 
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed

How weird and offensive will it get? Well you might think these are Labor party memes, but the pond suspects that they could just as easily have emanated from the hard right, as vicious as some of the stuff dished out to Obama during his presidency, as childish and as alienated as a petulant Bolter stomping his hysterical foot on a daily basis ...

Strange days indeed ...