In which the pond enjoys the screeching of the minor Mitchell ...

Perhaps the most disappointing columnist at the lizard Oz is the former editor, and Order of Lenin hunter turned surveyor of reptiles ... though sadly without the style of the original surveyor Mitchell.

The consequently named Major Mitchell happens to be one of the pond's favourite birds, but the Minor Mitchell is a bird with far less spectacular plumage ...

Now that's a bird, but truth to tell, it's only part of the pond's bait and switch tactic to beguile people into actually reading a Mynah Mitchell column ...

See, the pond warned that it would be hard, wading through confused and contradictory stuff, and all the more ironic because this very day the reptiles of Oz decided to do what they could to ruin one of the few budget measures actually proposed by the Malware government ...

That'd be the super battle to ensure that no one does anything about trimming the budget, so that health and education might eventually be made to take up the slack ...

But back to the lesser Mitchell, still squawking away ...

And there you have it in a gormless, wastrel nutshell. 

Don't say anything about Pauline because that will get people upset and they'll rally to her side ...

Would that all reptiles adopted this wise advice and the entire continent was plunged into silence.

Oh, and by the way, Malcolm Turnbull is John Howard. 

And he wonders why he gets called the Mynah Mitchell. Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe he's too gormless to wonder about anything.

But the pond did wonder how the more rabid parts of News Corp were responding to Malware's triumph. Was it all as the Mynah Mitchell predicted and expected? Were they all heiling the new John Howard?

Well the pond hadn't heard from that bloated blimp, that Bunter of Surry Hills, for quite some time, so we roamed back over the weekend to arrive at this, nicely compressed in the blog form ...

And then we went and checked out the Bolter ...

So there you go, the destroyer of super savings must rehabilitate Abbott, so that he might roll Malware ...

Or some such thing. You won't find any of that in the Mynah Mitchell, who seemed to think he was writing about journalists, as opposed to the screeching parrots at Newscorp.

Malware will be living in interesting times, and the pond can't recollect John Howard experiencing this sort of sustained braying from the extreme, hardcore, embittered right, still clutching to their Tony Abbott dolls despite the broken walls and the almost unendurable stench of rotting onions left out in the sun too long ...

But the pond is still upbeat, and ready to celebrate, and how better to do this than with a Rowe cartoon ... (and more uplifting, giving Rowe here ...)