(Above: that's the statistics out of the way for Sunday thanks to xkcd. Have no doubt that the pond is the fastest growing non-religion down under and likely the world and possibly the universe).
As always, it's hard to know where to start when celebrating pond denizens going about their loonish business. Who could forget the exemplary effort by one David Rouzer?
A Republican congressional nominee laid the blame for turmoil in the Middle East on “girly men” in the White House.
North Carolina State Sen. David Rouzer (R), the GOP nominee in the state’s 7th congressional district, levied the charge during a speech at a Tea Party Express rally in Wilmington on Sunday. If Romney is elected, Rouzer said, those perpetrating recent violence in the Middle East are going to “cut it out a little bit [...] because now we have real men in the White House.” An audience member shouted “No girly men!” prompting Rouzer’s approval: “That’s right, no girly men.”
No girlie men!
And what about the Catholic bishop who suggested that voting for Obama would jeopardise the voter's eternal soul?
Sheesh, screw up your vote, and the malignant, malevolent god sends you off to hell for all eternity.
Now that's the sort of dire threat we need to sort out and save Australia. A vote for an angry Sydney Anglican sends you direct to hell. The Catholics swear it's true.
And if that's not enough the cartoon issue of The New Yorker - where would the world be without its civilising influence - has starkly illustrated the future we all face as Cory Bernardi's insightful prediction comes to pass (click to enlarge):
My wife! My best friend! Did you vote for Cory Bernardi? Do you realise you placed your soul in serious jeopardy in relation to eternal salvation? Or at least being able to look your gay friend in the eye ...
Which somehow brings us to what the Anglicans have been up to this week. And it really is amazing, as some of the most meaningful, hotly disputed cultural, social and theological issues of the day are canvassed in depth:
Oh you don't really want a link to when and how and why to use name tags, do you?
Why not head off instead to reliably confused Michael Jensen furiously scribbling Blogmatics 19: Image is everything.
As usual Jensen feigns an awareness of modernity, only so he can plunge back deep into time to goat herder days, with a little Enlightenment bashing, as seems to be the form in luddite circles:
Yes, he even invented an abundance of gods, and has since spent an eternity arguing about which god is the best. Your god's vanilla, my god's ice cream, you're all wrong the gods are a rainbow of flavours.
More to the point, it's the usual yadda yadda about "man" and "he" and "him", perhaps because any talk of "woman" or "she" would simply be too girlie and see the angry Anglican outposts over run by submissive women, who should be seen but never heard, certainly not in a church or as a teacher.
As for the idle chatter about the Enlightenment - code for science - the pond does wish that angry Anglicans would go Amish.
Give up your motor cars, give up your TVs, heck give up your radios and mobile phones, and hie thee back to the unenlightened days, carrying your superstitions around your neck and chanting your mantras of clericalism.
Enough already, for at this moment, the pond does its usual segue to meditate with Cardinal George Pell, who reprimands Muslims (and quite possibly angry Sydney Anglicans demanding that women submit:
Women as equals? The next Pope is going to be a woman? The next Catholic Archbishop of Sydney a girlie?
Perhaps, if you drop a little acid and enjoy the dream. What a stupid man, lecturing people about glass houses while residing in a crystal palace of non-negotiable delusions ...
But it does bring us in a circular way to Alan Jones. It will be recalled that Jones this year topped the 2012 Ernies with a Gold Ernie (and Media Silver Ernie) against a hot field of sexist pigs with this impeccable remark:
Turns out that there's no chaff bag big enough to contain Alan Jones' ongoing shame. Jones is in the middle of an uproar over remarks he made to a packed room of Liberals:
That's about as dog low as a mongrel cur can get, even if presented in the guise of humour. (yes, the pond knows the import of cur, an inferior dog, a despicable or cowardly person).
"No, no look, hang on, this is where we are weak. This is where we are weak," Jones said. "Can you believe that they have gone, the federal party because they've been brainwashed by the media to 'oh back off, she's a woman, go easy'." (Alan Jones says Julia Gillard's father died of shame)
Yes, what this country needs is tough men, who can be tough on girlies.
And the next day the Sydney University Liberal club had the cheek to tweet this:
"Brilliant speech by Alan Jones last night. It's no wonder he's the nation's most influential broadcaster!"
Influential if you happen to be looking for parrot seed for young Liberals.
Nauseating. Well today everyone is in retreat, with Liberals scattering left right and centre like a flock of denialists, doing the "no hear, no see, no speak monkey" routine, amidst calls for boycotts of 2GB and their advertisers.
It's not just Malcolm Turnbull giving the parrot a hard time. Even the Bolter has turned on him (Die of Shame). Even the feral Murdoch pack is astonished:
Happily the pond already boycotts 2GB - and you can too. Why not lean over from the back seat and say to your taxi driver, "I say driver, will you turn down or turn down that shitty squawking parrot" - but now is the time to maintain the rage in relation to the station's advertisers. Let them feel the heat.
They're all up to their necks in it, with the Anglicans' idle chatter about submissive women, and Catholics pretending they run an equal church, and Alan Jones going lower than an American politician sticking it to girlies.
Let them all die of shame, or at least go behind the bushes or into a Catholic confessional or off to a London toilet to do their idle girlie wanking ...
(Below: click to enlarge. It's been doing the rounds for awhile, but the pond is a mortein site, so on a Sunday let's hear it for Norway).