The pond would like to celebrate rather than meditate in this Sunday piece.
First up, has anyone else noticed how the exploding invitation to subscribe to the Daily Terror offers a chance to "learn more"?
It immediately reminded the pond of that great fascist movie - or perhaps to be fair, that great satire on fascism - Starship Troopers, and its invitation to mug punters to know more:
(And if you want to know more about that movie, naturally there's a trailer on YouTube here)
Now the pond is always keen to learn more, so it took a squiz at the Sunday Terror headline pieces.
Truly they were a puzzle:
Tony Abbott has an amazing array of talent, like Poodle Pyne, Bronwyn Bishop, Eric Abetz, Sophie Mirabella, Julie Bishop, Warren Truss, Scott Morrison, Kevin Andrews, George Brandis, Greg Hunt and Barnaby Joyce (oops, where are you Barners?).
Yet, ecstatic at the talent around him, his office is drunk on power?
No, the pond didn't need to know more ...
And there was Miranda the Devine, front and centre as usual:
Just your average hothead?
If that's average, where does it leave your average crazed in the street axe or machete murderer? But yes, average it is:
Did the pond feel the need to pay more to know more or to read more?
Reading any average burst of right wing fundamentalist Catholic nonsense is as common as bugs on the intertubes ...
Well at least until The Guardian starts up, with the news that they're rented premises at 35 Reservoir Street in Surry Hills with room enough for up to 40 journalists, and irony of irony, just around the corner from the inner urban elitists who run the death star known as News Ltd. (The Guardian shacks up in Surry Hills).
But you know it led to a sudden sense of release, almost of ecstatic freedom, and a memory of Woodsworth, far removed from bugs, starship troopers, the death star of News Ltd, the bemuseing world of van Onselen, or the averagely crazy one of the Devine.
Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind. (the rest here)
Why you could use that as a movie title or for a mug. Oh wait ...