In which the reptiles set up a howling and a yowling and the Oreo joins the din ...

The dogs of war are howling in earnest now … yet there were a couple of strange exceptions, with the HUN and the Tiser downplaying the drama …

Did they remember all that Murdochian blather about the dangers of changing a PM without recourse to the electorate?

It left the pond with nowhere to go, because the lizards of Oz were in an absolute feeding frenzy. 

To hell with the electorate, they would have their mutton Dutton …

 

What milksops, what pussycats, what fragile blossoms, what precious petals they all are, but the funniest thing in all that keening, moaning, whining and whinging?

Surely it has to be our Glad's talk of the Liberal brand. 

Yesterday the pond was wandering through the war zone formerly known as George street and was reminded of past NSW government policy triumphs …

It's a measure of the complete uselessness of Luke whatever his name is that our Glad thinks she can talk of damaging the Liberal brand …

Don't get the pond wrong, it likes the idea of light rail, but the management of this disaster has been the doing of our Glad … and it's a measure of how on the nose the Labor brand became that she can still strut about in the middle of a war zone and pose and preen ...

But enough of all that. The pond traditionally resorts to the Oreo on a Monday, and nothing can interrupt the pond's deeply conservative traditions. 

Toss away a leader to indulge in house barking mad conservatives and the Murdochian reptiles? Easy peasy. Give up the Oreo on a Monday? No way …

They're doubting Malware's team loyalty? Up against the loyalty of the likes of the onion muncher and Barners?

Here's the thing, the pond is all for a leadership change without reference to the voters, but with plenty of navel-gazing, and all the better if it's the mutton Dutton, who will be guaranteed to produce an electoral disaster. The pond couldn't imagine a better way to make comrade Bill look like a moderate than putting the bald plod from the north in charge …

How does the pond know any of this? Well the Oreo is the most delusional of all the reptile correspondents, so on the pond's reliable Donald-inspired algorithmic formula, the opposite of almost anything she scribbles is likely to be true ...

It won't be just Malware to go down. If he's to cop the flak for the way that the likes of simplistic Simon and jousting Josh have fumbled and flopped, then they too must be given the chop. But who to replace the cabinet of dropkicks and losers? The onion muncher's mob? Barking mad Craig Kelly? The plod from the deep north?

Reward the plotters and the backstabbers and the onion muncher, so naked in his lust and thirst for revenge, that he can only be fully enjoyed by those who think Titus Andronicus is Shakespeare's masterpiece of revenge ...

Oh it's a pretty pass, and the pond almost choked on its cornflakes a number of times this morning ...

All this talk of ceding power to international institutions is so much rabid American-inspired far right hogwash, and if that's what brings down Malware, it'll make it easy for comrade Bill to sound centrist, moderate and rational ...

If the Liberal party intends to change leadership, the honest path, taking into all the rhetorical blather about how wrong it was to take down the onion muncher without recourse to the electorate, would be to call an election within a week of the new leader taking power …

Good luck with that. Talk about inheriting a ship of fools maddened by delusions and self-pity …

Then with the election called to sort out the mess, let the chips fall where they may with all this climate denialism, all the more piquant in the middle of a drought and with the bushfire season begun early …

Meanwhile, over at Rowe, with more Rowe here, it seems Malware has, in his bedroom, the same scuttling rats that sometimes turn up in the pond's kitchen …