Day 30, and the restless reptiles are showing signs of hysteria and paranoia, with the Bolter leading the way ...

The pond started the day with a cheerful spring in the step ... you know, the way you see some millenarian announcing the end of the world is nigh, but you manage to dodge the lightning bolt

The Bolter on the other hand was in a state of abject misery and despair ... because the Bolter thinks the end of the world is nigh ...

Sorry, the pond had to cut him short because he went on and on, dragging in the kitchen sink and Dennis Jensen, an 'update' talking of "worse and worse", and the cat and Terry McCrann, both of whom were consternated at the impending shortage of mice and the greenies and the pinkos being in charge of the Senate...

And so it'll be a DD too far and don't expect any bounce from the budget, and then there's the expensive new bank regulations - that'll cost - and the barking dog known as Chris Berg is in a libertarian frenzy, and look over there, was that a meteor falling from the skies or a comet heralding the start of the end times?

It was almost a relief to see the dear traumatised lad get back to frolicking in the fields of race police and Adelaide subs and race politics and unions and lefties ... might as well enjoy life a little before everything falls apart ...

Fortunately the lesser Bolter, little Timmeh, was able to run a funny distracting cartoon about climate science. Not for him the sort of idle hysteria being generated by the Fairfaxians in 'Worse things in store': Steaming hot world sets more temperature records.

Little Timmie knows it's all just a great big mass of hypothesis and conjecture ... or so the cartoon character told him when it magically appeared in his immensely scientific brain. Einstein? Bah humbug, if you can't put it in a three panel cartoon, it's not worth knowing.

But enough of the world's greatest paranoids and most expert climate scientists, because it would be remiss of the pond not to celebrate Dame Slap's latest outing.

Now people will remember that when a woman is raped or subjected to domestic violence, the most important thing to do is to blame the victim.

The Dame knows the strategy, and in a truly expert move, blames the workers ... who it turns out are an immense drain on the taxpayers and the sort of mugs who'll willingly work for crooks and ruin everything ...

Yes, talk about moral hazards. How shocking that the workers should get their full entitlements just because there's rogues and thieves and the Titanic Clive out and about, working out clever ways to shift the responsibilities elsewhere ...

Fancy shedding tears over the behaviour of these unscrupulous ratbags when we should be shedding tears for the taxpayers ... well that's the taxpayers still in work, not the doofuses who went to work for the likes of Clive, when they should have known better, and stayed on the dole, or perhaps just took to the homeless streets, or went to live in a tent in the donga.

Because that's what the pond's all about. Empathy and community! And if you dare harm a hair on the redback in the purse ... why just watch out ...

Yes, yes, that'd be the crooks cultivated by the Queensland LNP, who for many a long year made Clive one of their bosom buddies. He was always up for a bit of cash, when Cash was needed ...

But then spivs, property developers, sharpies and crooks have infested both sides of the aisle for many a long year ...

But don't get the pond started on the amount of tax that News Corp has been paying, or the amount of taxpayer money they pocketed from the ATO, which would make the righteous indignation about a humble sixteen million seem like a pensioner getting excited about finding a five cent piece in the gutter ...

Actually, in layperson's terms, it might meaning looking out for the crooks in the business world and nailing them to the wall.

How about a federal body that could look at corruption, not just in the unions, the banks and the financial sector, but everywhere there's corruption to be found?

Clearly the current bodies are failing the task at hand ...

Oh sorry, the pond seems to have started channeling the brick with eyes. Deepest, profoundest apologies ...

And so to a bonus, for those with the grit and the determination and the capacity to go the extra yard.

It's all very well to enjoy the hysteria of the Bolter, but how goes it with the serious, broadsheet reptiles?

This morning the lizard editorialist was in hand wringing mood ...

The pond is aware that many will have nodded off before they got to that talk of a qualifying lawyer (generally that's code for being economical with the truth or flat out lying) and of a political neophyte drop kick copper-loving loser ...

But the pond is pleased to see the reptiles so nervous and skittish, though they do their best to hide it.

What might the budget bring in relation to the taxation of foreign multinationals of the News Corp kind?

Who knows, but quick better make sure that the message stays strong about taking it out on the poor, the weak and the helpless ...

Fiscal rectitude!

The pond could write this sort of rectitudinous, anal retentive guff in its sleep, and no doubt many use the reading of the guff as a handy soporific so that they might head off to the land of nod ...

It will be interesting to see how the reptile coaches handle their recalcitrant neophyte lawyer as he conducts an exceptionally long campaign ... but already the hair tearing has begun ... or is that the grand designs concrete pouring? More excellent Rowe here ...

Put it another, desperate,  pathetic, unseemly and pandering way ...

Good old Terrorists, always ready to help with the concrete pour, and with the EXCLUSIVE served up to them courtesy the concrete truck ...