In which the pond's spirits are lifted up, thanks to the savvy Savva, and we begin to speak in tongues and enjoy the war on sharks ...

The pond has to hand it to Vlad the impaler. 

The butcher of Moscow has a wicked sense of humour, and that offer of providing a transcript of White House proceedings is the capper for the week's events, even better than the Donald out and about imitating a persecuted snowflake ...

It's true that, as a result of it becoming more obvious by the day that electing a President to give late night TV hosts an easy mark is no way to actually run the country, the markets are nervous, and the world seems on the brink of confirming Moorice's worst fears, and the reptiles are wringing their hands over matters dire, and heroic budget assumptions and projections ...

And it's also true that the Bolter is already looking forward to the ascension of Chairman Bill and is offering advice of a back-handed kind ...

Yes, it seems we can get a new, improved Abbott-lite with Comrade Bill if he'll only listen to the Bolter ...

Talk about a dire bummer, but luckily this is Thursday, so rich reassurance is at hand, and it's not just the lizard Oz talk of a war on sharks ... kill all the sharks ... let them eat flake ... it's the savvy Savva ...

The pond always enjoys the boost it gets on a Thursday with news from Malware's unofficial official booster and correspondent ... it's better than a kale smoothie ...

It takes a particular kind of insider information to put a steady hand on the tiller and guide the boat through troubled waters ...

Now there's nothing more reassuring to the pond than to know that ScoMo is a curry eater and that he's still attending church, presumably his old church of Shirelive, which is pentecostal, and therefore includes speaking in tongues as one of the necessary skills for avoiding hell ...

More here.

And if he can believe all that, and swallow it whole, and speak in tongues, why wouldn't he believe his budget figures.

As for the rest of the savvy Savva's 'humanising' of ScoMo, it goes without saying that the pond applauds the lizard of Oz's war on Sharks. Set baits and nets  around shark park and what a harvest of drugged sharks there'd be ...not to mention the odd man with no neck impersonating a fridge ...

As for the rest, the pond can only report with sorrow the way that the ABC is in service of the big banks, spreading their anti-ScoMo lies and propaganda ...

More here ...

Damn you wretched ABC and your lickspittle infatuation with the big banks.

Being weak of heart and susceptible to propaganda, for a moment the pond was disheartened and contemplated a short burst of speaking in tongues, but decided that another round of savvy Savva would sooth nerves and set things right ...

Talk about putting a spring into the step as the pond headed out to catch the 412 into the city ...

Oh wait, cue drum roll and Terrorists ...

Make alternative plans is the cry, and the pond is in need of further training in Tokyo sardine train carriage packing ... so everything's for the best in the best of all Liberal union-busting worlds ...

Of course you won't see politicians practising their sardine skills. Next time you're in the CBD on the inner west loop, watch to see how many politicians and lawyers get off the train at St James to head down Macquarie Street ...

Never mind, everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds. 

Thanks to the savvy Savva, the pond can resist the artful Pope and his hint that maybe, just maybe, the savvy Savva is actually savagely delusional ... with more speaking in cartoons Pope here ...