In which the pond indulges in its special Monday Oreo treat ...

The pond rarely pays attention to Fairfax these days - keeping on touch with the reptiles of Oz is a full-time, richly rewarding hobby, and that's enough for the pond ...

And it's true that in the great sweep of life, polls come and polls go, and no-one's much the wiser - and if anyone wants the news of this one, it's easy enough to find, with only the headline of any real interest.

But the problem with a life immersed in playing with the reptiles of Oz is the way all connection with reality and other worlds is quickly lost ...

Now many reasons might be advanced for Malware's current precarious state - let us assume that this poll is as good and as relevant as any recently devised by Newspoll - including company tax cuts for companies which notoriously already pay too little tax, or policy initiatives designed to please the reptiles and no one else ...

Still with the coal, as if spending a billion to keep the brown coal burner open wasn't enough ...

It might be simply that, as with Julia Gillard, Malware could talk himself blue, but nobody would notice, pay attention or care ...

The reptiles of late have spent an inordinate amount of time coddling Malware and cooing about him taking his first baby steps, with Savva leading the way.

Yet this is where all their redemptive efforts have led them ... to a reality check with another poll.

The pond thinks that the reptiles of Oz should take a reasonable amount of credit for this predicament.

The unrelenting, unceasing blather about 18C led Malware to waste a week on changing the wording, yet without any likelihood of being able to get the changes through the Senate, thereby establishing yet again that he is, in his most common guise, an impotent eunuch, governing at the behest of others ...

Outside the reptile bubble bath, nobody much cares about 18C.

The pond recently noted a rare agreement with the man who ruined Tamworth:

"This is an issue, it is an issue but I'll be frank, it lives in the extremities of the bell curve. Where do you meet those people [who care about 18C]? At party meetings, they are absolutely blessed people and they are terribly politically involved and they have an intense interest in some of the minutiae of debate. They come into your office to rant and rave about it, all four of them." (Fairfax here).

Sure enough, one of the four of them turned up today in the lizard Oz, ready to do it all over again at tedious length ...

Of course for the pond, it's the delight in the repetition that appeals. It's like watching a parrot repeat over and over "who's a pretty parrot?" while doing a jig and a dance ...

Any child will understand the appeal of watching a ranter and a raver do their energetic mindless thing ...

And so it's on with the bunny, banging and clashing away ...

 

Now there's no point in engaging with this intoxicating level of gibberish.

Who but the Oreo could produce the quaint notion of "secular faith"?

Who but the Oreo could blather on about "formal equality", as opposed to informal equality, or perhaps formal inequality, or perhaps informal inequality ...

What's compelling is the rich, fruity vein of paranoia, resentment and anger that's laced through the text ...

Who else but the Oreo could talk of 'intense dislike' followed immediately by the creating of hostility? The Oreo is a relentless, hysterical anger machine ...

And of course when Malware picks up on this sort of rhetoric and attempts to run with it, the result's an uncomfortable sense that he's just a sock puppet blowing in the wind ...

More Letch here, as Oreo gets on with the tedious business of blathering about 18C  all over again... no wonder Barners sighs deeply into his dinkum Tamworth beer ...

Once more there's the fruity paranoia.

And there it comes again, that talk of "formal equality".

Yet in all this gushing and carry-on, where was the Oreo inhibited? How was the Oreo cut short? Was the entire column written under the yoke of the threat of political persecution?

Did anyone get agitated about the Oreo rabbiting on in energetic bunny style about totalitarianism?

Well the pond might get agitated by the meta-musings about "meta-regulators" and sundry other abuses of the English language, but in reality, the sheer tiresomeness of the obsession guarantees this endless campaign only appeals to reptile lovers ... obsessed with the notion of political correctness gone mad ...

Well there's more Wilcox here, and the pond hesitantly suggests that the reason that Malware is in such deep trouble is that he should have wasted his time and energy on pandering to the reptiles for no particular benefit, either to country or to himself ...

On the other hand, as any child knows, hyped up on a generous, hearty mix of flour, sugar and fat, there's nothing like a diet of hysterical Oreos to create a hyper-kinetic sense of energy ... until the fatigue and the nausea sets in ... and then the need to collapse into a deep sleep becomes an overwhelming desire ...

Here you go Malware, have a special treat ... have an Oreo on the pond and see where it gets you ...

Oh dear, could the pond endure years listening to comrade Bill?

Well played, paranoid verging on the psychotic, foolish reptiles ...now in so deep that it would be as tedious to return as to go o'er ...