In which the pond's Melba with the bromancer continues ...

 

The pond is a slow learner, and is still doing its endless round of Melbas with the reptiles, and as it routinely refuses to watch RT, doesn't quite manage to understand things …

Oh noes, not the RT ...

Please, allow the pond to follow the trail ...

Russian agents launch a chemical attack on British soil against a Russian double agent - who else would have access to the exotic ingredient involved? - and the British carry on like impotent pork chops, and Rexie - good old Rex, here Rex, stay Rex, stop it Rex, get around behind Rex - joins in the baying of the hounds, and speaks sharply about Vlad the impaler and his shenanigans …

... and the Donald immediately sacks Rexie …

… and yet there is no collusion…

Well might the bromancer muse …

Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say? 
My credit now stands on such slippery ground, 
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, 
Either a coward or a flatterer. 
That I did love thee, Donald, O, 'tis true: 
If then thy spirit look upon us now, 
Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, 
To see thy bromancer making his peace, 
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, 
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse? 
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, 
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, 
It would become me better than to close 
In terms of friendship with thine enemies. 
Pardon me, Rexie! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; 
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, 
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. 
O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; 
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. 
How like a deer, strucken by the Donald, 
Dost thou here lie! (Or some such thing, the pond read an older, incorrect version here)

The House Republicans have said it is so, and the Donald took to shouting in caps the joyous news that there was no collusion, and then immediately the perfidious, treacherous, difficult and disagreeable Rexie was gone …

And yet in recent days the servile, forelock-tugging bromancer has spent endless column space reassuring lizard of Oz readers that all is well with the Donald …

Well the pond couldn't resist continuing the Melbas and taking a peek at the bromancer's immediate response to the news of the Ruskis and Rexie's fate …

Oh wait, the hapless servile forelock-tugging bromancer hasn't caught up with Rexit and poor old Rexie's demise.

He's back there in the world of "no collusion" and US Secretary of State Rex Tillerson pledging the attack would "trigger a response".

Well it surely did trigger a response, but there you go, the bromancer typed up a standard response and went to bed and the next thing you know the Donald had gazumped him … and good old Rexie …

Will the bromancer get around to connecting the dots?

Not last night. Last night he was still talking of doubts and degrees of confidence and good old Rexie, and what to do, and muttering about sanctions, without seeming to understand that the best and simplest solution was simply to move Rexie along ...

Will the bromancer make the same mistake again?

You know, scribbling about the way the Donald is actually doing just fine … and should be judged by deeds rather than tweets?

You know, because sacking your secretary of state by an after midnight tweet isn't a deed, it's merely a tweet ...

Ah memories …

Was it just a few days ago?

Back in the day when the pond and the reptiles were still on speaking terms, and the bromancer was in full Donald cry …

Cry havoc and let slip the Rexie of Ruski wars by tweet ...

Oh how the bromancer hated people who dumped on the Donald …

So what's a servile, forelock-tugging Donald and Vald the impaler facilitator and enabler to scribble now?

What will the bromancer say, what will the bromancer do?

With a bit of luck, the reptile paywall will kick in before next week's episode of the Saturday matinee bromancer serial, and the pond can get back to the cartoons …