Day 97 of MUC and day 50 of MOC, and it's time for Windsor and Europe to get Devined ...

Well it's not 4:3 and it's already been shared by every dog on the planet, but what a good and prescient show it was, and thanks to the reader who reminded the pond of its almost quite infinite pleasures (thanks News 24, keep educating the pond on the almost infinite uses of 'infinite').

Meanwhile, the Government Gazette, gutter tabloid Sydney edition, has sprung to attention this day ... hmm, the election must be getting close, all reptiles on deck ...

The hagiography continued in the digital edition, preserved in reptile aspic by the pond ...

And so on. The attack dogs were also front and centre ...

Naturally it was an easy choice for the pond.

When looking for an attack dog, look no further than a Devine one ...

The polling must be showing a close run thing in Tamworth.

You don't wheel out a Devine attack dog if it's a done deal ... keeping her in steaks means choosing targets with care ...

Fortunately it seems that the Terrorists have decided that a small snap of the Devine is all we need to bear ...

As opposed to installing Tony Abbott, a man we learn today was such a flop, he would have cost the Liberal Party some 29 seats if he were in charge today? (Well at least in the Government Gazette gutter tabloid edition's 'what if' world of imaginary polling).

Mr Windsor recalls feeling alarm and pity when Mr Abbott revealed the depth of his personal desire to become prime minister. ''I remember him saying: 'Tony, I would do anything for this job. The only thing I wouldn't do is sell my arse, but I'd have to give serious thought to it,''' he said. (Fairfax here).

Never mind, it's time to revert to the Devine's blog - yes, you can bypass the paywall and get essence of Devine on her blog for free, and all you miss out on is some fancy file photos and layout ... and advertising - and what a joyous bout of vitriolic bile it is this day ...

It is of course beyond post-ironic contempt, but it indicates that things are heating up in Tamworth.

The rellies at the actual race report that much the same could have been written about Barners and his mutt, and his attempt to get a non-working dog into a working dog race, but has it come to this, the rabid discussion of personalities and pissing dogs, rather than policies?

It doesn't get much lower and it made the pond wonder which dog might best be conjured up as a soul mate for the Devine ...

      

But then the pond was instantly mortified at the very notion of such a competition.

The dogs are innocent, no need to blame them by associating them with the Devine ...

And so, since Brexit is on the mind, a sample of the bile that the Devine routinely delivers on every and any area under the sun ...

Poseur elites?

Vlad Putin must be rubbing his hands with glee to see such stupid lemmings as the Devine cheer wildly as they rush towards the cliff ... along with the far right parties of Europe.

But why should the Devine care?

Her heart and soul is at one with extremists, and as well as Donald Trump and Vlad, you can imagine her stomping through the streets of Europe searching for a hooligan brawl at a soccer match ... or a refugee or greenie necktie party (hang them from the nearest lamp-post!)

Congratulations Europe, you haven't just been 'Yes Ministered," you've been de-veined and Devined ...