In which the pond discovers the onion muncher makes no difference, and neither does the dog botherer, except perhaps in Iraq, and the result's a Twittering frenzy of Tweets ...

Thanks to the reptiles, the pond is deep into conspiracy theories ...

...and the most obvious conspiracy these days involves the reptiles celebrating the onion muncher so often that there can only be one explanation ... it's so that they can tear down Malware ...

There they were, last night putting the onion muncher at the top of the digital page blathering on in his usual climate denialist way, with three journalists credited as being on the case, as if there was no actual news to report...

Then this morning, the pre-sell having been done, the full pitch was on view ...

That digital top of the page happily brought together the two chief contributions the onion muncher has made to the Australian political landscape ... the fucked attitude to SSM and a comprehensively fucked energy policy, if it's remembered that all the current settings were putting in place during his short time as one of the worst PMs ever to grace the federal sphere ...

The onion muncher was also front and centre of the tree killer edition, with yet another narcissist bit of attention-seeking, fully rewarded by the pandering reptiles ...

And if that wasn't enough onion muncher mania, the man himself was featured doing the nattering negativity he does best of all ...

Anyone who goggled it would have noted that there was nothing new in this bout of nattering negativity ... the reptiles have been blathering about green dreamers for yonks ...

Back in February it was Dame Slap rabbiting on, but that's the way it goes with the hive mind and the buzzing of the bees ...

Perversely the pond took away a deeper problem ... is it possible to discover a photo of the onion muncher for use in a lizard Oz splash that doesn't make him look either wickedly evil, sinister or a vacuous idiot?

The pond will have to leave that challenge open, because the onion muncher's vacuity and hypocrisy called ...

What a fuckwitted foolish fop he is, and all the more so because in all that the only mention of the Abbott government is the way he abolished the carbon tax, with apparently no capacity to recall the way he crowed about the way that energy bills would come down by five hundred dollars until the twelfth of never, or perhaps next Xmas, or more likely, never at all ...

Now it's not the pond's place to point out the monstrous hypocrisy or the demonstrable stupidity ... others have done that and it's water off the nattering negative duck's back ...

The pond would rather just run a cartoon ...

... and get through the sanctimonious hypocrisy as quickly as it can ...

Of course it's not just in the area of energy that the onion muncher's roosters are coming home to roost ...

... which is as good an excuse as any to do a pivot, a segue, a throw to the dog botherer ...

What's appealing here is the grudging nature of the piece, the singular lack of generosity, the spite behind the superficial, surface giving ...

But the dog botherer is part of the pond's beat, and it's been some considerable time since we dropped in on the fraud, who purports to be in favour, but in the manner of many reptiles, spends most of his time emulating the onion muncher and indulging in an epic bout of nattering negativity ...

For some peculiar, perverse reason, the pond felt the need of a distraction, perhaps mixing questions of love and energy...

There, that's better, there's nothing like a singalong as a cure, and so to the last of the dog botherer, trying to be more grudging than Oscar the grouch ...

It occurred to the pond yet again that the dog botherer gave all the indications of being a pathologically unhappy man ... perhaps it's something to do with being a minor war criminal and having helped fuck an entire country, and produce a state of turmoil in the middle east which continues to this day ...

Now that was a set of 'reforms' that was practically significant, but symbolically far from beneficial ...

But instead of wondering, the pond settled for a Scottie joke, featuring a man walking into a bar, ordering a bowl of parritch and telling a goodie ...

And so to news of Newtown, and for the stayers, that promised Twittering frenzy of Tweets ...

It begins with a manly man surrounded by adoring men being adored by the manly man ...

And then it's followed by a photo of a manly man being adored and listened to by manly men in Newtown ... click to enlarge if you like, contrast has been enhanced for manly men counting ...

It sent the Twitterati off. 

Anyone wanting all the bits that move, can head to the actual tweet here, but such was the Newtownian fun - it's near Camperdown, don't ya know - that the pond went on a tweet binge until it got too tired to carry on ...

And so on and on and on... what a much loved manly man, how he'll be missed when he's gone ... what's that, how soon will the fucker be gone? Who knows, but what fun while he stays, just to prove that dinosaurs were less tone deaf ...