In which the savvy Savva hands out snake-handling advice ...

 

Another day, another set of crises …

Sure, good old Davo was to hand with sound advice, but was it enough?

Dame Groan was furious, as usual, and Coles was in disarray, and the pond woke to the sounds of their ABC reporting on turmoil in the Catholic church …

Perhaps worst of all was the shocking discovery that David Rowe was interested in the Swans … how could a man retweet of such matters and yet deliver up to Dame Groan a splendid cartoon?

The world was in complete disarray yet loyal readers of the lizard Oz knew the cause …

Not the fiendish, diabolical atheists! And where did the pond find this astonishing insight?

Why at the bottom of the savvy Savva's column, as she went about her usual Thursday business of pouring oil on troubled Malware waters …

The pond's ratings dip each time it turns to the savvy Savva, but that's because fiendish, diabolical atheists can't stand talk of harmony and hope and all not being lost in the pit of hellfire despair …

The savvy Savva is always full of advice … see how her advice helped with those recent by-elections ...

And now today, see how the savvy Savva gently applies the unguent of hope …

What, this just in? Malware copped some unseemly hidings in the recent by-elections despite the very best Savva advice?

Never mind, the pond urges everyone to ignore the way that the savvy Savva's previous nostrums had proposed that by this day Comrade Bill would be out the door and Malware would have an easy march to election victory against a wretched rabble …

Instead, settle back for some expert advice on snake-handling ...

You see, it's just a form of therapy, so the pond dragged out the old Freudian couch, and lay back for a little treatment of what ails Malware … and thank the long absent lord, the usual NBN outage had happened in the wee hours this day, so that the pond could go live with the analysis ...

And there you have it, glorious analysis and glorious advice.

Don't talk of your colleagues as cats requiring herding … talk of them as devious snakes in the grass, picture them as deadly eastern browns …

See this recent portrait of David Leyonhjelm photographed in his natural state in the wild and found here …

Or is it a portrait of Cory, who is surely a snake of the worst kind?

Because the Eastern Brown Cory can cope and even thrive in areas of human disturbance, and its natural range happens to include some of the most populated parts of the country, this species is probably encountered more than any other type of snake. Being an alert, nervous species they often react defensively if surprised or cornered, putting on a fierce display and striking with little hesitation.

Sorry, the pond drifted off there, recalling the time when it went swimming with an eastern brown in the mighty Peel … almost as exciting as the time it took a dip with a red-bellied black … but enough of snakes, of the political kind, it's back to savvy Savva explaining how to wrangle them ...

Yes, that'll work a treat. If some snakes want to be friends with certain snakes, let them, while if other snakes want to sound pious about hanging out with certain difficult snakes, why let them do that too …

It's called unity and a unified approach and putting the best snaky foot forward … though it seems this day that the infallible Pope suspects it might actually have something to do with snakes in a bubble, with more bubble studies always available here, at least until Nine ruins everything ...