Now to the bitterness of reptiles disappointed in love, and their sense of loss, albeit temporary, of stories pouring out of a WA "consensus centre" exposing the lack of consensus.
Truly a reptile editorial that sings a Nero-Ustinov like hymn of despair and tragedy is a fine thing to read:
Yes, the huckster is so well known and renowned, he's turned up carpet bagger style down under, ready to fleece the poodle of a few cool million. And where's the harm in that? Every town needs a monorail, and Sydney's never been the same since it lost its post-modern wonder.
And as for stripping millions off the CSIRO and other scientific research, and shovelling it down the throat of a hustler tripping down under. Why to be challenged by that idea must mean you haven't had your shot of kool aid this morning. Then you'd be laughing and sighing in Murdochian bliss.
But wait, as we dream the impossible dream, we surely need an aeolian harp.
Waiter, wheel in an aeolian harp ...
Ah, the fresh ideas, fresh food people.
Yes, it's entirely appropriate to wonder about a federal government pissing, selectively and with determined purpose, against the wall, some four million on a man struggling to get funding elsewhere in the world, having felt the need to distance himself from his genuine allies and supporters, the fossil fuel lobby.
But as it seems no one actually noticed this, at least according to the harp, the wind machine can blow hard in every other direction. And so the poodle is safe from the relentless blowing of the wind machine.
In its current enfeebled Melba condition, all the pond can do is present and let the reader decide.
But lest the loud gnashing of teeth and the wailing from climate denial central and the tears of the fresh food people - remember, always print the controversy, always disrupt the consensus, which is why you need to drape yourself with the humbug word "consensus" - lest all this mayhem and blowing hard suggest that the reptiles and their pet are in trouble, please, spare a glass of champagne for the impending celebrations:
What astonishes the pond in all this?
Well there's not a single mention that the United Nations inspired the University of WA, its academics and students, to do this dastardly deed.
Yes, indeed, there's not a single acknowledgment of Maurice Newman's extraordinary vision and insight.
But as surely as night follows day, forests turn green, there's ice everywhere, then surely it was the UN wot done it, as part of their devious march towards world government!
When will the aeolian harp and the reptiles catch up to the profound insights of their most notable columnist?
And now, if you'll excuse the pond, we have a disharmony centre to set up ... we hear the poodle is a soft touch for four mill, and what better use for it than to establish disharmony throughout the land ...
Oh wait, you say that's what Rupert funds the reptiles to do?
And so to a few cartoons.