The Currish Snail notes today that it has an EXCLUSIVE that dunces are teaching your children.
Naturally the pond has its own exclusive, which is that fuckwits are writing your Murdoch papers.
Take a look at that the tired rhetoric and profound stupidity embedded in that giant headline, Bludger Test, and the get-tough plan to force slackers to work.
It's as if the Four Corners report into the rampant corruption in the jobs game, which aired only a few days ago, had never happened, yet there it is in the transcript here:
There's a lot more in the Four Corners report of course, but what bit of that 780,000 unemployed competing for only 150,000 job vacancies don't the fuckwits at the Currish Snail understand?
Does anyone imagine that the federal government is suddenly going to produce a zero unemployment rate, when in fact the unemployment rate has been inching up the other way?
The pond has been waiting for some response to the Four Corners' report on the endemic corruption within the system, another classic example of what happens to a reduced number of uninterested public servants delegated to supervise a rampantly out of control private sector, but as usual, there hasn't been a cheep or a beep ... just more blather about the benefits of deregulation and the private sector.
Along with more useless rhetoric about dole bludgers, the sort of myopic logic that would propose that the unemployed starve on the streets for six months because that's what they deserve ...
Enough. All the pond wishes on the Murdochians is that they experience treatment by a jobs agency at least once in their lives before ending up under the light rail overpass in Wentworth Park ... (though the pond does admire the way those homeless folk have shown initiative in making a tent city for themselves).
But enough already. The pond has some important points to make.
Firstly let it be known the pond never reads any reports which it clearly recognises are partisan.
There's something in the way the molecules in the report vibrate that immediately lets the pond know that the report is hopelessly corrupt. Call it an Ian McDonald 'magic crystals' awareness if you will ...
Secondly, when the pond makes an inducement, it is not an inducement, it is an offer. Which is not to say that it's really an offer, it's an approach.
The pond only does this when it has totally lost confidence in a person, but yet retains full confidence in that person and their ability to do a job. Call this a Walt Whitman-esque, or if you will George Brandis-esque capacity to contain infinite multitudes of enormous stupidities ...
Naturally the cartoonists were having a field day, and the pond was torn between the two Davids, with David Rowe in good form (and more Rowe here):
Of course being Brandis book ends is a worthy alternative career - what an inducement to serving the country in a noble career - but in the end, the pond had to go with the other David, the unholy Pope (and more Pope here).
Get make up to add a scar, throw in a cat and a decent frock, take away the four eyes look, and it could work:
Okay George, let's lose the glasses, and try on a real Donald Pleasance sneer:
By golly, that's real Stanislavsky stuff George.
Never mind, the folly produced the usual sort of headlines the pond has begun to associate with this ship of fools:
Sadly, the pond's duty is to ignore the fun, and instead go on the lonely beat of the reptile watch.
And today the news is that this is Wednesday, which makes it Dame Slap day, and while she delivers a splendid slapping of greenies, she has been slow to catch up.
She's still banging on about security, which is so yesterday, because bashing dole bludgers is so now ...
She's also banging on about the greenies in a way which reminds the pond that Godwin's Law is there to be broken, since the good Dame manages to sound like the sort of crypto-fascist apologists that paved the way for Hitler's secret police and the East German stasi and Stalin's KGB and what at heart still remains Maoist China when it comes to the way they run the internet ...
Let's cut to the end of her discourse, which holds up metadata as the solution to all weevils:
Let's count a few of the errors.
In fact Monis didn't walk into a cafe in Martin Place with a Daesh flag (the pond never recognises IS).
It was widely reported at the time that he asked for a Daesh flag, and Sydney Muslims were asked to find one. (at Fairfax here).
That's what happens when you get into frothing and foaming and hysteria mode, and try to make over a crazy person into a Daesh warrior. You trip over the details.
Like that line about metadata foiling an attack on Sydney army barracks.
If you read the account of the trial, here's what you'll find:
...On resuming her sentence, which lasted almost two hours, the judge described their crimes as "anticipatory offences" which were stopped by law enforcement authorities before they were carried out, only after undercover police successfully infiltrated the group.
In short, the pond's favourite methods of investigating teh crazies ... surveillance, use of video and other listening devices, and infiltration of the group ...
What about that beheading plot? (at the ABC here)?
The court was told the charges against Azari stemmed from a single phone call intercepted earlier this week and police made their move this morning to disrupt a group of mostly Afghan Australians 48 hours after that phone call, concerned at how close it was to going ahead.
A good old fashioned phone intercept!
What about that planned attack on the electricity grid?
Well that was back in October 2003, and the pond bets that metadata had bugger all to do with it, up against the actual physical evidence that architect Faheem Halid Lodhi assembled for the cops (at Fairfax here):
As evidence Lodhi was planning the attack, the prosecution relied on several documents seized during ASIO raids in October, 2003, at the Lakemba home where Lodhi lived with his wife, Aysha Hamedd, and from his desk at his workplace in the city.
They included a so-called "terror manual", a 15-page, handwritten document in Lodhi's native Urdu language with numerous recipes for explosives and poisons that he had obtained from the internet. Lodhi said he was just curious and had paid little attention to it.
The prosecution also produced a list of chemical prices Lodhi had sought, maps of the national electricity grid he had bought and aerial photographs he downloaded from the internet of three Sydney defence sites, Holsworthy Army Base, Victoria Barracks and HMAS Penguin at Mosman. Police also seized DVDs and CDs of jihadist doctrine and terror training.
The prosecution also alleged that Lodhi was in close contact with French terror suspect Willy Brigitte while the latter was in Sydney and had used a false name to open a mobile phone account to call Brigitte.
What about the MCG plot, where a bunch of inept crazies decided they'd do a sequel to Black Sunday?
Well there were ironies there when it became clear that two cells were working together (at the ABC here):
An off-duty officer came across Abdul Hasan at a Sydney hardware store as he ordered acetone and methylated spirits.
As for Operation Pendennis?
Professor Barton says building positive social networks and bridges is now a key focus of government agencies and police.
"This Operation Pendennis we're discussing here today ... [was] only possible because of community tip-offs and that's a promising thing in itself," he said.
"But it also speaks to the extent to which extremists like Benbrika struggle to find acceptance among Muslim communities in Australia and how difficult it was for them to put together a small motley crew.
That'd be the Muslim communities the barking mad Abbott government has managed to alienate profoundly, ably assisted by the barking mad commentariat right wing loonies ...
By the way, all this talk of plots reminds the pond of this excellent headline:
Yes, the pond hears transcripts routinely ...
Are there any more ironies? Well yes, that Dame Slap should call for sensible debate, in a column filled with misrepresentations, inaccuracies and hysteria. This is what she started out with:
In late 2003, when releasing a British discussion paper about where to draw the line between liberty and security after the September 11 terrorist attacks, then British home secretary David Blunkett said: “I am the custodian of civil liberties, but I do not own them.” Blunkett said the question of how best to balance civil liberties against the increased need for security was, ultimately, a matter for the people.
In other words, citizens must be part of the critical debate about how to protect society from the threat of terrorism. While the Tony Abbott’s national security statement on Monday morning was short on details, it kicked off an overdue debate about where to draw the line between liberty and security. Sensible, thoughtful reaction will signal our maturity in a world where, as the Prime Minister said, “The terrorist threat is rising at home and abroad, and it’s becoming harder to combat.”
What followed was a stream of incoherent rhetorical abuse of greenies and Christine Milne and Scott Ludlum, and an abundance of lickspittle servile praise of Tony Abbott.
It's come to a pretty pass when the devotees of softening 18C now go around berating greenies for daring to propose that civil liberties should only be given up for the clearest of reasons, and backed by evidence rather than rhetoric.
Even worse, all this talk of metadata as a panacea and a cure-all is likely to distract from more conventional but effective policing methods - which can be as wide ranging as an off-duty cop noticing something funny going down to an old fashioned phone tap.
Does Dame Slap understand the difference between metadata and a phone tap?
It's all a bit like the attempt to ban hate speech, when we might be better off having the crazies out and about, making it clear exactly who they are, and therefore who are worth observing.
Now the pond knows that Dame Slap is a little addled and soft-headed. How else to explain the way she accepted Lord Monckton's talk of climate science as a way for the UN to advance world government?
But surely she should avoid suggesting a sensible debate when all she's got to offer is paranoid hysteria ...
As for the pond, like many others, we want to be able to walk down the street without being troubled by fundamentalist religious loons of any kind. Generally, in return, the pond attempts to leave the religious loons alone, though the temptation to lash out at the scientology school up the road, or the crazy Anglicans currently turning Moore Theological College into some kind of urban blight angry Anglican Taj Mahal is strong. The pond also tries to hold a tongue when Islamic cultists stop pedestrians and attempt to beguile them into fairy land, while the pond sometimes asks to be put on leash when walking past the 'speaking on tongues' mob that infests the Newtown community centre on a Sunday.
Sadly it's not likely that barking mad fundamentalist religious loons are going away any time soon, but equally sadly, Dame Slap in her paranoid greenie bashing rant provided not one solid detail as to how metadata would save the day.
Sensible debate? In Murdoch la la land? You must be kidding ...
And finally the pond would like to pay tribute to Guy Rundle in Crikey yesterday, scribbling "we are watching the throes of a dying government, and it is so good" (behind the paywall).
First this sentence is surely a winner:
Yes, what is it about the deadbeat-teenage-dad-Oxford-blue-failed priest-mediaevalist-who-lives-in-the-police-college that could possibly have suggested difficulties in adjusting to changing realities?
Though he did leave out monarchist Sir Duke and a few other bits of teh crazy ...
And then Rundle proved that the pond wasn't alone. Others trudged the lonely, bizarre beat of the crazed right wing columnist:
Of course there's a schadenfreude embedded in all this, in the form of Zinger Bill. What a price to pay ... but at least the pond feels others are trapped in Edward Hoppper's nighthawks diner ...
There they laugh together over a late night drink at front pages like the one for today's lizard Oz:
Fairer, simpler and sustainable?
So that's the new genteel set of code words for the BLUDGER TEST!!!!
That's the rhetoric, with "Fairness" the cry.
And they expect mug punters to swallow that crap?
Which just leaves time to celebrate the situation in NSW, where Mike Baird is proposing to de-gut the inner west, so that people can drive cars from one gigantic snarl to another, transforming the inner city into one gigantic slow moving car park, so that in the end the city will function in the way LA does, which is to say, not at all.
Yes, even the tar and cement infrastructure man - why have a community when you can have roads - is now a little afraid of the bogeyman (and more Moir here).