In which the utter chaos of Savva contends with the bromancer's verbal abuse as the path to compromise ...

Meanwhile, the reptiles maintain their rage against the poodle ... sure, it's dressed up as SA Liberals, but make no mistake, the crusade is on, the reptiles are on the war path ... and the poodle is in deep reptile do dah. Once they get a set, they're not for turning ...

Naturally the pond sought refuge away from the conflict with the savvy Savva, but a curious thing happened to her splash, which started out this way ...

Later in the day, it ended up with the full Harry Potter joke,  though it was still lurking beneath the onion muncher vanguard ...

The pond has a secret sympathy with the savvy Savva, sent forth each Thursday to try to make sense of the universe for her unruly young ruffians.

It's a bit like searching for truffles, with the attempt to make sense of it all such a trial for the man who gave the nation such life-sustaining broadband (if you don't mind a drop-out every thirty minutes or so, wrecking your down- and up-loading, and streaming services).

Where did that cartoon come from? We're on about the suffering of St Malware ...

The pond has been here before.

It isn't Thursday. It's Friday afternoon, and the pond has had enough of teaching and the wretched dumb recalcitrants who refuse to listen or to absorb any lesson, and instead sit gazing out the window at the fields of freedom stretching away to the Tamworth hills. They too yearn for the weekend and release ...

Sure Ms Savva might have important things to convey, but she sounds a little like a mild Dame Slap, inclined to reason and common sense, as if that's something to do with anything, and the whole damn class refusing to listen, and ready to depart with a clanging of desks and a battering of ports the minute the bell goes ...

Oh and then there's the deck chairs to shuffle, just in case the iceberg gets a little closer ...

Fun days indeed, because the savvy Savva is close to the desk of Malware, and there, ever so politely, she deploys the Daesh, or if you will, the suicide bomber option ...

Liberals would be wading through blood every day between now and the election that would be imminent because Turnbull would quit and precipitate a by-election. Fun days indeed ...

Please don't ask what's in the body cover, just stand well clear ...

You there! Lower your hand at once!

Rolling disasters? Utter chaos?

Well if the savvy Savva is in despair, at least Malware can turn to the reprehensible bromancer for a bit of unexpected support ...

More Wilcox here and how lucky are indigenous Australians that there's one reptile willing to listen ...

Now the pond has no idea why anyone asked the difficult, uppity, pesky blacks for their opinion.

Such is their truculence, they might well give one, and then where would that leave us, but to ignore it?

At this point the pond must interrupt to apologise. The bromancer provides an exemplary example of cultural condescension, but his 'splaining was actually summarised in a cartoon, first carried by the Graudian here ...

And so to the rest of the bromancer ... sure, it's redundant, the cartoon said it all, but the bromancer will amplify and explain just why Noel Pearson was a passing fad at the lizard Oz and is now totally reprehensible ...

And there, in a nutshell, you have the reptile answer. Fuck the uppity blacks, they're way too uppity, and they insist on calling themselves black ... why can't they just be a decent dinkum white Australian Catholic like the bromancer?

Speaking of the ability to compromise, the pond is reminded of that recent fuss in the United States, in the NY Times here ...

“If John Kelly isn’t a complete idiot,” John Hudak, a senior fellow at the Brookings Institution, a public policy research organization, tweeted late Monday, “he’s at least 3/5ths of the way there.”

Happily, the bromancer is all the way there, in a deep snit because an uppity black pointed out that perhaps he'd be happier with the slave owners ...

Perhaps he'd also be happier blathering about the way an inability to compromise led to the civil war ...

Here a group of Aboriginal people that made a proposal, and what do they cop as a response?

They cop this sort of response, this sort of language, this sort of verbal diarrhea ...

...contemptuous and unreasonable, gratuitous labeller, bizarre and dishonest ranter, radical ideas, profoundly dishonest, morally intimidating, polarising and destructive path (what? a civil war?), slave owners, legitimate debate in which I can abuse you but you can't abuse me, perversions of liberalism, and destructive tendencies ...

Yep, there's your way forward to compromise ...there's your positive and constructive response from Malware and the reptiles ...

Never mind, this day Rowe indulges in a currently much favoured fantasy, with more fantastical Rowe here ...