In which the pond goes on the run with the savvy Savva ...

The pond can only rely on a Moorice once a week or thereabouts - you really only get one Moorice in a lifetime - and so in quieter times on a Thursday, the pond always turns away from Redfern street art to the savvy Savva, transcribing thoughts directly from Malware's desk ...

Ah, it's a philosophical outing, and typically for the teetering hypocrisy of Malware, it's all about balance ... just watch out for the butcher's finger on the scales.

For a nanosecond there, the pond thought it might have been about the glories of Soviet intervention and Soviet power ...

Say what? Has Uren gone mad? Is he endorsing Malware's bid to be the new Lenin? 

Deeply disturbed at the sight of Soviet glories at the top of the reptile opinion page, the pond returned to the savvy Savva ...

Say what? Morgan Freeman was a limo owner? Didn't her son buy her a new car and hire a black man to be the driver? Did the pond miss something in the meaningful metaphors that litter the film? Piggly wiggly ...

Never mind, the pond can see where savvy Savva and Malware are coming from, a plea for tolerance which presumably should extend to the pond forgiving Malware's desire to dress in copper or thongs...

And it's easy to understand why Savva is channeling a plea for tolerance. Yet again the Bolter is hopping mad about Malware ...

And while the pond refuses to do the Bolter, the lizard Oz editorialist is also agitated ...

The creeping hand of the state ...!!

Of course it's easy to see why the reptiles are agitated. 

Could there be anything more vilifying than calling someone a fascist, which is to say someone who orchestrated the Holocaust? 

Vilifiers like Bill Leak, Miranda the Devine and sundry other reptiles would all go down ... except, in the usual Malware balancing act way, you could drive a truck through the bill, and in the usual Malware way, it's all window dressing ...

See  ... there's the usual get outs, including (3) (b) in relation to genuine satirical, academic or artistic purposes and plenty more lawyerly weasel words scattered throughout ... with the full act available as usual here ...

Oops, sorry that's what always happens to the pond when it strolls down reptile ratbag lane. 

Where had we reached with the savvy Savva doing her usual apologetics for the ever so thoughtful Malware?

Oh dear ... some kind of intervention could follow ... the warm lettuce leafs are being heated in Lenin's magic science oven even as the pond types ...

If ever there was a cue for Uren to step up to the plate, that was it ...

Oh dear ... whatever would Malware say ... whatever can he do ... the Fairfaxians are circling here ...

And the 'told you so' mob are gathered over here, the only relief being that it's behind the paywall ...

Not the NSW state government? Not the mob that's trying to turn Sydney in LA, so that the banana benders could draw inspiration from the notion and turn Brisbane into a set of freeways? Not the mob who copped a thrashing in the inner west council elections?

And there's Uren doing a spray against the tiles about Malware doing a half-baked balancing act Lenin ...

Waiter, the heat's on in the kitchen, Mr Turnbull would like his car now ...

Oh wait, according to the infallible Pope we've got the wrong movie ...

Ah one of the great genre twists ... run wild, run free, run cuffed together ... now which movie would best suit that odd couple on the run?