In which the pond is saved yet again by Moorice shouting at clouds and leftists ...

Indeed, indeed, and the pond woke up to yet another frenzy of the reptiles, of the kind who'd caught the truck wheel and didn't know what to do with it … so they reverted to their old habits and indulged in Malware bashing …

… or they reverted to favourite metaphors …

The pond didn't know which way to jump … there were so many angles and so much rampant stupidity …

Look, yesterday the Chinese were caught mocking the mutton Dutton and sending the lizard Oz readership into hysterical overdrive…

And there was silly Sharri sounding even stupider than usual …and that, given her fair average daily stupidity, indicates the level of stress the reptiles are under ...

 

Disgusting, outrageous attack? For suggesting that the Murdochians, and in particular the lizard Oz, had been gunning for Malware? What next? Stupid Sharri suggesting that the reptiles have nothing to do with climate science denialism, and hate dinkum clean Oz coal, oi, oi, oi?

And then today there was nattering "Ned" in deep despair, and the Overington suddenly realising that Malware was a wealthy capitalist, which of course makes him distilled essence of Labor ...

And it didn't end there, the opinion section was riddled with hysteria … including the dog botherer, who had come out to give silly Sharri a serve for her stupidity …

Of course the media are players. It's possible to argue about their effectiveness but only a thoroughly stupid Sharri would deny the Murdochian reptiles their ambitions, their yearning for the onion muncher, their dislike of Malware …

What to do? Well as usual the immortal Pope summed up the state of the party of Menzies, with more papal infallibility here …

Stuck on an island with the onion muncher and the rest of the lords of the flies …

And then the pond breathed a sigh of relief … did anyone spot it in the morass of madness?

Moorice arrived to provide a breather, a distraction from Dame Groan's unhinged madness …

Thank the long absent lord, Moorice had landed, aluminium cap set firmly on noggin, ready to berate leftist Amazon, and its astonishingly generous employment habits and luxurious wages, and all the other Marxists on hand in the United States …

Neo-Marxist teachers!

Now the pond is more a shower person, but it understands that after a hard and stressful day, sometimes it's necessary to slide into a bubble bath and just luxuriate at the spectacle of a Moorice in full la la paranoid flight ...

Indeed, indeed, only Chairman Rupert provides a way forward, only Chairman Rupert's minions should be trusted, four legged Murdochians good, leftists baaaad … though that mention of Malware would suggest that Moorice had his vision a few days ago ...

The pond often wondered what it might have been like to live in a land where the media were expected to bleat with one voice, and where a Lord Haw-Haw might deride any opposition … and luckily Moorice decided that this was the day to give the pond a whiff of it …

There's nothing to be said when confronted by this kind of visionary seer … except to note that the lowering clouds this morning in Sydney looked suitably chastened, abashed, ashamed and chastened at their inclination to scud to the left … and for a fragile moment, the pond was able to return to the good old days where it was all the fault of leftists and chairman Rupert was a hero, and the onion muncher might yet return and elevate Moorice to his rightful place in government as a visionary seer and advisor, a veritable Cicero in these troubled times …

It was bliss on a stick, a bubble bath of insane entertainment, but of course Rowe had to come along and ruin it, and even worse, drag Bergman into it, with more ruinous Rowe here …

Yoo-hoo, and hoo-roo!