In which the pond enjoys the onion muncher on the move as the Crowe flies ...

The reptiles have a problem, and any problem the reptiles have is also a problem for the pond ...

There's no point asking tricky questions like "why?" because it is what it is and it will be what it will be ... an ongoing part of the onion muncher's legacy. This legacy must be stepped around gingerly, and with due and proper focus on the enemy.

David Crowe's effort early this way was exemplary in this way, spending an inordinate amount of time on an irrelevance, namely former Chairman Rudd ...

It's tremendously well played though it could all have been put in a Fairfax cartoon ...

And up to the break, with its valiant defence of onion muncher policies, it entirely ignored the real elephant in the room, still strutting about in the actual political game being played by those who have some ongoing relevance ...

It's that noble bird, the former cock o' the walk rooster chairman who refused to accept his status as a feather duster, and instead has turned himself into a human headline dynamo ...

Yes, it's former Chairman, onion muncher in chief, and PM in waiting, a legend at least in his own lunchtime, and an exemplary generator of an unseemly amount of headlines on wide-ranging international tours as befits a senior statesman and fearless leader ...

Note how, having been so fearless in despatching the former Chairman Rudd to the boundary like a Cub home run, the Crowe gingerly, on tippy toe, eventually gets around to murmuring a few thoughts about the onion muncher ...

Splendid stuff, and that mention of lifelong socialist George Orwell always brings a round of applause at the pond.

Now for those who blinked at the wrong time, and missed the bit about the onion muncher - worrying about Gough Orwell matters, perhaps - you need to go back and read the last four pars, wherein the onion muncher is given a terribly polite warning about "virtue".

It's a bit like warning Godzilla or King Kong of the dangers of too much stomping on the ground.

The onion muncher is in full campaign mode, with substitute fielder (surrogate for Americans) Catherine McGregor as his Chris Christie, always willing to carry the drinks and the burgers.

The pond dares to think that if it bunged on a barbie and enough possums turned up, the onion muncher might be persuaded to make a speech...

Look how he turns up anywhere to make a speech or three ...

Tony Abbott as the pond probably doesn't know him? What, as a fundamentalist tyke of the usual bigoted kind? If the pond might cut to the chase ...

Delusional, Tennysonian, and a smile more persuasive than a frown?

After the wave of nausea had passed, the pond remembered another little story which had been flung out by Crikey as part of its plan to attract passers-by ...

The good Samaritan! Sweet long absent Jesus ...

And with that onion munching hypocrisy under the belt, it was time to turn the gaze to the US election and marvel at recent events ... celebrated by this Huff Post front page ...

It's already gone into the digital void, but in turn set the pond up for this Rowe cartoon, and more most excellent Rowe here ...