Given the animalist thread that courses through human language, especially these past few days, I'd hazard a guess that the natural inhabitants of the Kruger Park and the Serengeti must be quite chuffed with themselves.
The kennels in our backyard and the kraals in the homesteads are likely to reverberate with such boisterousness as well.
Hardly a day has gone by without human emotion finding expression through an animal or two, if you catch my drift.
But knowing the sense of pride most animals are imbued with, it's hard to see the graceful leopard holding up the savagery of Prime Evil, Eugene de Kock, as a model for her cubs.
It is even more preposterous to imagine mother peacock regaling her young with the butchery of Rwanda in 1994 that led to genocide.
It is only we humans, earth's greatest animals, who are quick to name-drop.
Football coaches Muhsin Ertugral and Gordon Igesund hogged the headlines for the wrong reasons recently, with one calling the other a donkey. Not to be pacified, Igesund has decided to ride the black donkey - he's suing.
It is reminiscent of Egyptian prima donna Mido rechristening coach Hassan Shehata asinine, who dared substitute him during an Afcon game.
The television cameras had hardly moved away from the Turk at Chiefs than the spotlight was on Jeff Radebe, the Minister of Transport. In a swift move to rap the offending Mosiuoa Lekota over the knuckles for the latter's faux pas, Radebe's reprimand assumed equestrian importance. Lekota's open letter, said his belligerent comrade, was merely "the last kicks of a dying horse".
Lekota took the opportunity at the press conference yesterday to dissociate himself from dying horses. He's never been fitter, he says.
It is all good and well to engage in the robust debate of the ANC - whatever this means - but openly criticising the movement was, um, a horse of another colour.
The first chapter in this new language of the ruling party was opened when the patriarch of the Umshini Wam' clan, Jacob Zuma, dismissed his adversary as inyoka ezifele, a dead snake. Now that's a beautiful isiZulu expression that no doubt fuelled the direction of the tirade against Lekota.
Great snakes; behold, for, post-Polokwane, comrades see others as nothing but snakes in the grass!
Wherever they might be, cobras, pythons, vipers and other serpents may be hissing a self-satisfactory chorus of victory.
As the tables turned on the Mbeki regime, one of the best brains in his inner circle, Joel Netshitenzhe, alluded to the hunted turning hunter.
This is the wild at its most fearsome; it conjures up images of gore and is more feral than the domesticity of the DA Youth calling their counterparts in the ANC a one-trick pony.
This is much more superlative than calling the traffic officer a cow because she wrote you a ticket. Or saying a man is a loose fish because he attracts more beautiful women in one night than you'd ever hope to in a lifetime.
When "confidante" became too prosaic a description for Essop Pahad, the creative minds were standing at the ready with another - he was Mbeki's personal Rottweiler.