In which the savvy Savva assures the pond Malware will manage as best he can ...

Thursday is the day the pond salivates at the thought of the savvy Savva explaining, as if from the desk of Malware himself, the issue of the day, unless she's savaging the dogs that seek to do down her mighty Malware ...

Now there's any number of complete doofuses out and about trying to get the pond to sympathise with Malware, by producing flourishes of fear, loathing, bigotry and condescension ...

None are more skilled at the task than the onion muncher, still proudly ensconced in the pond banner, as he rabbits in patriarchal Lovejoy fashion about the need to think of the women and children ...

Having planted the bomb in Claus von Stauffenberg style inside Malware's briefcase as he headed into the war room, now the onion muncher is on hand to watch it go off ... 

The trouble with that metaphor of course is that Claus was intent on taking out Hitler. The onion muncher is intent on taking out and doing down gays, and then to dance on the sidelines, cheering the casualties and the human lives casually dismissed and tossed aside ...

It's a desperate situation and a desperate task to sort it out, and savvy Savva is just the person for it, starting as she does with a savaging of comrade Bill ...

At this moment, the pond must pause to wonder how Malware's government got themselves in this mess, so easily fixed, but so deeply rooted in homophobia and bigotry. 

The honours should be shared, with the malevolent gay-hating onion muncher taking a fair share of the credit, but with the Murdochian reptiles also not part of the solution, definitely at the heart of the problem ...

At a time when polling has clearly established this hand should be a lay down misere, a popularly approved policy which would disappear overnight except amongst bigots and fundamentalist Xians and Islamics,  the reptiles have embarked on a classic rear guard action ...

It will be recalled that all these arguments fit the usual tactics deployed by denialists on climate science - it doesn't matter, more important things to do, and so on and endlessly so forth ...

And so the reptiles gleefully trash the human rights of homosexuals as unimportant, and the arguments below the editorial descended into the usual angry exchanges typical of the "I'm not against homosexuality, but ..." and "I have gay friends, and they say the last thing they want to do is get married" kind, and these ...

Ah the pond knows the Akker-Dakker approved answer to that last one. If you don't love it, then leave ... piss off, fuck off, you treacherous treasonous wretch ...

Oh dear, that's the price the pond pays for being in the company of the reptiles too long, watching them as they swallow their microwave-warmed rats ....

And now as the pond's doing an extensive detour around the final words from the savvy Savva, it's time for a little cawing Crowe weighing up the political implications ...

It seems that in the end, it has absolutely nothing to do with people, or the policy that affects the lives of people ... it's just about the numbers in a cynical numbers game racket ...

It's a measure of the delusions involved in this discussion that anyone would think a voluntary postal vote is going to sort the matter out. 

What if the vote in favour is lukewarm? Yo can bet your average fundie Xian will head off to the courts.

What if the vote is lost because the churches organised a decently indecent and viciously unXian campaign? 

What if few bothered to vote, what legitimacy would the result have?

With these thoughts buzzing in the pond's noggin, it seemed the right time to return to the savvy Savva ...

It will be recalled, at least by those not sharing the pond's incipient senility, that Warren Entsch was hot to trot, to the stern Savva's consternation ...

Ah, the pond always enjoys the Savva. He will manage it as best he can ...

Well we all know what that means ...

And now for pedants and completists, a last burst of the cawing Crowe, taking his yarn up to completion ...

Uh huh ...and yet it seems to the pond that the onion muncher's inspiration and the entire tone of the reptile contributions to the debate could be simply summarised in a Wilcox cartoon ...

And so to a last Pope, with men hard at work - let's hope the tune doesn't contain any elements that offend the copyright police - and strangely he too is banging on about deeper distractions, and as always, there's more Pope here ...