In which the pond spends time with the patently ridiculous ...

Over the years, David Pope has done a great series of cartoons on Malware's NBN, with the harbour bridge a frequent motif (more Pope here):

The pond has faithfully reproduced many of them, though it has personal picks which will appeal to anyone who's driven an FX or a Morris Minor ...

If Malware thinks he can dodge the blame with an off-load - after all the shameless lies and condescending, smirking fraudulent misrepresentations and promises he's delivered these past few years - he must think he's living in a land of nitwits.

They own it, Malware and his mob, and the Murdochians that cheered them on also own it ... every last inch of the huckster oil snake oil muck up they peddled ...

But enough of the pond's favourite theme - if only the pond had a penny for each time it's mentioned Malware or his copper clad multinodal disaster - because the pond had hoped to mention the late-breaking effort by the lizards of Oz yesterday ...

Poor Crikey yesterday tried to get into the game by drawing attention to The Australian's Holy Wars, quasi-military, strategic, tactical and psychological, unrelenting and take no prisoners...

They've just discovered it ...?

And loon pond has been upgraded to Australian journalism's most distasteful freak show?

But anyone who has for a moment observed with compelled fascination the outpourings of the urbane 'Becca Urban know it's not quasi-military, it's quasi-fundamentalist bigoted theology at work ...

How many years has Gadfly been talking of the Catholic Boys' Daily and contributors such as Father Paul Kelly?

But look, over there on the left of the digital splash, there's Malware acknowledging that a mistake was made by others, ducking and weaving and dodging and lying, and unwilling to admit he himself perpetrated a gigantic mistake, a monstrous fraud ... 

After all the crap he spouted, after all he decided to do after ignoring all the advice he was offered, he's blaming Labor for his own calamitous train wreck?

The sheer astonishing cheek of the man ... as if the last few years, ever since the onion muncher assigned him the task of destroying the NBN, Malware hasn't gone on the record with all sorts of bold claims and presumptive indignation ...

The backflipper's flip flop has set the lobbyists all atingle ...

Actually lobbyist Lynetta G they gagged their former tech editor ...but that link to Nick Ross is appreciated ...

Oh yes, twitter went into a frenzy of fun ...

And so to today's tree killer front page. 

Note the artful way there's a Labor bill shock at the top of the page for distraction, and the former Chairman banging on about the CFMEU in the centre, and there over on the far right, narrow one column wide talk of the budget being exposed by NBN shortfall ...

The reptiles adapted the same strategy in the digital edition ...

The commercial returns are sinking to new lows?

Well that's what happens when you slip a banana in the diff and try to peddle a shonky lemon ...

But they couldn't run a headline that said Country's NBN ruin exposed by Four Corners and Malware's budget exposed by Malware's shonky build of a lemon ...

And look there's the Caterists blathering on about the ALP servicing misery.

The pond will get on to the Caterists in due course, though if he'd been anything other than a welfare fraud himself, his header would have read Malware would rather service multinodal copper clad disaster than build a decent network...

But then the reptiles have a lot of guilt in this game. 

For years the pond has observed the Murdochians as they bemoaned FTTN and then swung into line and dutifully cheered Malware's half-arsed, half-baked set of solutions, at least while there was an onion muncher in the mix ...

But now?

Now there's a change in the wind. 

At the moment it's only one reptile and that splash omits an important element  ... nitwits in a land of Malware NBN make-believe...

But credit where credit is due, unleash the hound to roam the Malware moors ...

The pond could borrow that last line ...

"... on he went, merrily plunging into shamelessness, a descent so utter you could have been forgiven for wondering, like Dante, when you'd see the stars again, or remember the time when the Murdochians supported the building of a half-arsed, half-baked, fuckwitted, copper clad multinodal solution that's no solution at all, but will be a veil of fix-up and make-right tears for decades to come ..."

Oh dear, the pond added a few lines to jolly James, but enough already. The NBN copper is dark and deep and Malware has miles to go and promises he can't keep, and the pond is tired, and would much prefer to sleep...

Perhaps it would be better to turn to a Rowe cartoon before the rage and the howling turns terminal, with more terrific Rowe here ...

BTTP?

The pond took that as an arcane technical term ... bullshitter to the pit ...