(Above: thanks to Viktor Vasnetsov for this, so the pond can relax knowing biblical mythology always produces bad art, but none so bad or as feeble or pathetic as Exodus: Gods and Kings).
The pond was relieved to learn today the actual "biblical incident" referred to in the latest flurry of leaks about Peta Credlin ...
Thanks to the ABC pumping up the volume for tonight's Four Corners, we learn:
Senior Liberal sources told Four Corners they believed the dispute was bound up in the crisis that rocked the Prime Minister's leadership earlier this year.
In the text message, Mr Higginson told the senior Liberal figure: "I'm refusing to sign the 2013/14 accounts ... it has brought ... the Horsewoman of the Apocalypse out of her den as you can image [sic]. Black robes flowing. Stay tuned for the hatchet job on me ... it's hurting me just mainly watching the party suicide." (ABC here).
And there's more leaked messages promised, with the usual senior Liberal figures involved.
Well Higginson might know his numbers, but really if he's going to riff on the bible, he might have chosen a more apt symbol:
Look, there's Higginson's head being presented to Tony Abbott, there's Credlin, and at least one of her robes is a little dark, almost a black flowing robe, and clearly a hatchet job was involved, and it's all thanks to Carlo Dolci, paving the way for Ridley Scott ...
The always innocent and optimistic pond woke up this morning expecting an end to all the troubles and what was there, splashed at the top of the wicked Fairfaxians' digital page?
A statement of the bleeding obvious.
It's EXCLUSIVE news that some voters think "lifestyle choices" Abbott is an embarrassment?
That's what it says, once you do the click bait trolling thing and get to the forced video:
Well they say you learn something new every day, but clearly some days you don't ... because the good folk at Fairfax got their click baiting muddled.
That headline "what western Sydney voters really think about the PM ... ten things you didn't know" should have been the splash, and then you clicked through for the astonishing news that some considered him up there with the dodo ...
Meanwhile, since the pond is attending art classes this morning, what a fine illustration was provided for the ideological zealotry of Paul "magic water" Sheehan this morning, who dares to discuss honesty, but never really did come clean about that magic water thingie ...
Well you know how to google, but what the pond would like Mike Baird to do is propose a ten lane motorway carving through the very best residences of the eastern suburbs ...
It'll never happen of course, but the pond can only dream ... and then we'd see how the magic water man managed to blather about honesty as the motorway tore though his ten dollar sourdough bread bakery ...
Meanwhile, the Bolter is back in love, with a love so fierce and proud that Greg Sheridan must be riven with jealousy.
There's nothing the Bolter loves better than the smell of a little black bashing in the morning:
He da man? Is that why the pond watched CHAPPiE yesterday? To don the the bling and learn the tyrannoboltersaurus argot?
There's a wonderfully perverse logic in what the Bolter scribbles. The humourless egotist always manages to put himself at the centre of the debate:
...any conservatives believe legally dividing us by “race” is immoral — a kind of apartheid.
We would be treating each other not as individuals but representatives of a race, each fighting for advantage. That never ends well. That’s what many conservatives, like me, fear.
So if Aborigines really want these changes, they badly need a conservative leader to back them, too, to win over the doubters and make the push bipartisan.
A conservative like Abbott.
And Abbott does say he’s “prepared to sweat blood” to get the Constitution changed. He even gave $5 million to Recognise.
No one can doubt his commitment to Aboriginal Australia. He has worked for months as a volunteer aide in Aboriginal communities, particularly in the Cape York Initiative overseen by Noel Pearson. So Aborigines could not get anyone better to deliver conservative support, yet last week, some of their “leaders” once more treated him as their enemy.
So the uppity difficult blacks need Tony Abbott, so Tony can change the tyrannoboltersaurus's mind, except that the mind is not for changing, because after all, changing a few symbolic words would be an immoral kind of apartheid.
There's a lot more of course, condescending black bashing of the kind long perfected by the Bolter, explaining how the blacks don't have a clue about anything, and so they need a white massa to sort it all out for them ...
Meanwhile, the important business of dismantling "lifestyle choices" and packing blacks into town camps and disadvantaged shanty towns can continue apace, and be celebrated by the likes of the Bolter, reminding the pond once more of how that useful fool George Augustus Robinson fancied himself as the protector of Aboriginals and in the process did as much as he could to produce a Tasmanian Aboriginal genocide ...
The Bolter's also on hand to denounce a favourite target:
That's just an excuse for another repeat of a standard lie:
...there’s been no global warming for some 17 years, suggesting that claims we’re heating the world to hell have been exaggerated. Second, the world has been growing more food, not less, in this “warmer” world.
Such a bold, brave, bald-faced liar ... and as always the pond recommends a dose of alternative thinking after imbibing a bald-faced statement by the Bolter, as here at Skeptical Science.
But the pond is relieved to know that, thanks to rampant US government subsidies, the production of high fructose corn syrup continues apace, so that if climate change doesn't get you, then a US diet certainly will ...
Somewhere along the way, in his usual way, the Bolter forgets his inverted commas and his logic:
What exactly is the crisis here?
Has the warming we’ve seen over the past 50 years been good for us?
There’s actually been more rain over Australia. Add more warmth and our extra carbon dioxide — plant food — and plants should thrive.
So why these stupid alarms?
So it has been warming after all, and maybe if it keeps warming, things might get a little tricky?
Over at Fairfax another alarm was being raised, and it wasn't about the flavour of the food:
More of Matt Wade's piece here, which concludes:
Australia contributes about 60 per cent of all the aid given in the Pacific Islands and is best equipped to lead major humanitarian operations in the region. With the humanitarian system under strain across the globe, it is likely Australia will be called upon more often to provide assistance after extreme weather events in the Pacific.
Oh dear, and just after the pond explained carefully yesterday, putting the frights into a cyclone-challenged reader by channeling Tony Abbott, that living in danger zones was a lifestyle choice, and deserved no rewards at all ...
What to say, except apologise, and note that the real horseman of the apocalypse is that stupid man, the tyrannoboltersaurus, and yet so alarmingly influential with Tony "climate change is crap, lifestyle choices" Abbott and his ilk ...
Enough already, because the pond's duty above all is reptile watch, so what's top of the page at the lizard Oz?
Well it's yet another case of spinning the back flip, treasuring the thongie flip flop thingie as some kind of Roman triumph, and who better to compete with the Bolter for the lifestyle choices man's affections than the bestest bromancer of all:
Yes, never mind that it's a pathetic imitation of the British - as you might expect from a colonial cringer and fawner, even more British to his bootstraps than 'love her 'till I die' Ming the Merciless - a story which you could find three days ago in The Graudian in US anger at Britain joining Chinese-led investment bank AIIB.
It takes some cheek to turn a craven follow the leader backflip into a celebration of the US getting a punch in the nose in Asia, but the Oz manages it, along with other triumphalism about the poodle:
There you go, the pompous one blathering about taking a stand, and a grim determination in the face of reality, and not a single splash about the childish, or more accurately adolescent foot stamping and blackmailing tactics of the poodle Pyne.
Well let them take their reforms to the next election - since they didn't do it at the last one, and actively lied about what they intended to do - and meanwhile let it be entered into the record that Christopher Pyne accused of trying to 'blackmail' crossbenchers to secure support for university deregulation bill.
How appalling and childish and irresponsible is the poodle Pyne?
"There are consequences for not voting for this reform and that's very important for the crossbenchers to understand," Mr Pyne said.
"The consequences are that potentially 1,700 researchers will lose their jobs."
No wonder those crossbenchers responded with calls of blackmail and cries of outrage, and now it seems like the poodle has shot himself and his bill in the paw.
It doesn't get much lower than that in politics, gut wrenching for the people being held hostage by the blackmailer, and gut wrenching to watch the new collegial, consultative, caring government going about its business in the usual sordid, despicable way ...
But there was one bright spot this morning, and that's the way big Mal has lobbed a grenade on to the PM's desk, by way of a proposal to reform the Keating-era ownership restrictions. Just a sample of the woes:
The rest at Fairfax here.
What a delicious dilemma big Mal has presented to Abbott. Will he fold? Have you seen how a pack of cards behaves in a high wind?
The problem is that of all the entrants in the field, Foxtel is the one most threatened by intertubes entrants, and the one most in need of an artificial government-approved and allowed monopoly, especially in the area of sports broadcasting, though rabid targeting of piracy is also seen (foolishly) as a help, as opposed to timely programming ... yet if Abbott sends even more sporting events behind the paywall, it's about the only area there'd be a riot amongst tabloid newspaper readers who only read the drivel in the sports pages about the latest road pursuit or drugs and sex scandal ...
And finally, the pond was inordinately pleased to have cracked a mention at the Graudian, even if it was in the comments section:
Thanks AuldBrixtonian, you can slip your slippers under the pond's bed anytime, but the pond has to be a little churlish here.
You see, the pond needs the reptiles, in a perverse, 49 shades, love-hate, sado-masochistic kind of way.
Without the reptiles, there would be no pond.
Where would we be without the magic water man, without the bromancer, without Prattling Polonius, without the tyrannoboltersaurus, without the bouffant one, without the Monckton-worshipping Dame Slap, and so many more?
Nowheresville ... squaresville ... dullsville ...
Oh sure, it would be a happier world, more contented, less combative, less prone to foolish, stupid argumentation, but sad to say, the cartoonists would also suffer ...
So let's hear it for the reptiles, if only so we can hear it from the cartoonists ... like Cathy Wilcox, with an oldie but a goodie ...
(Below: and more Wilcox here).