In which Savva saves the pond from having to savage Chairman Rupert's minions ...

The pond loves to track the reptiles as they wheel in the sky, the wets as well as the dries.

Of late the figure of Mark Latham has helped maintain the divisions in the house. The parrot has had his back, Dame Slap has disapproved.

The man himself has discovered Facebook - amazing, remarkable scenes - and seems to have realised that the real Mark Latham, with all the scurrilous, wretched tweeting, is in fact the real Mark Latham ...

Psst, as one paranoid said to another ...

But back to Savva, whose savaging doesn't seem confected at all ...

Ah, the barking mad howlers at the moon ...

Take a bow (mostly) man James Allan, and your (mostly) recognisable sense of humour.

As for Trump, the pond will save him for a tweet, and return to the stern Savva ...

Indeed, indeed. The pond thought Latham a flake before the handshake, but had no doubt afterwards, and felt none since.

There are fatal moments where everything is revealed ...

Oh dear, Ben, please help the pond out with In Australian politics, turning down a sausage sandwich will cost you ...

Sssh, that's sure to upset the Malware worshipper in Savva, but while we're at it, can someone help David Pope with his bubble boy outgrowth? (with more Pope here ...)

Hmm, should the pond head down to the pub for its economics data?

Nope, better finish off with the stern Savva ...

Indeed, indeed, and speaking of the revolting, where are all the reptiles who clambered on board with Trump? 

This very day the reptiles are doing a Gina ...

Because Trump? Say what Savva?

And they treasure every mad word of the mad disruptive onion muncher, who clearly hasn't managed to attract the attention of Sky News and score his own Lathamite program on the art and science of onion munching. 

And why would he? He's determined instead to give a lengthy impression of a shag on a rock ...

Oh sure, per Ben, he can munch an onion and seize a sausage and swallow it down, and then boast of his boa constrictor ways ...

But where we do we end up?

With a fucking fool in charge, with so many contradictions, he's ended up a world twittering laugh stock, in a way makes the onion muncher look like a fool from beyond the black stump, or at least Tumut ...

Even more tweets here ...

Faced with this sort of result, a decent conservative rag wouldn't be pumping up Gina pumping up the Donald and demanding the swamp be drained, or hanging on every word a failed onion muncher delivers in a narcissist face off that's starting to make former Chairman Rudd seem like the sane one.

The pond blames it all on Savva. She knows the company she keeps, a pack of Catholic Boys' daily bovver boys, with no charm, style, taste or a hint of subtlety, nuance and discretion ...

Up against them, the pond feels like a genuine conservative...

Meanwhile, w know what happens when the Donald sits around the pool with Vlad the impaler, thanks to David Rowe, with more from Rowe here ...