(Above: and more delicious Pope here, as the pond tries to work out whether the emissions are hot air, steam or volcanic ash).
As a routine scribbler of bad words on social media, it's understandable that the pond would be reluctant to visit the fascist state of Abu Dhabi.
Worse, as a devoted believer in Santa Claus (or was that just an addiction to the presents?), the pond is perfectly willing to believe that the current fuss about cattle has nothing to do with Tony Abbott, Julie Bishop or the posturing of the rest of the mob in Canberra.
And if you believe that, you too can believe in Santa Claus well into middle age. Just close your mind and think of the presents ...
Meanwhile, a Moir for the day to get the mind kicking over ...
Golly GD he read your mind.
Now let's get that man to run a defamation action ... (and more Moir here).
Meanwhile, the pond is still struggling to keep up with the relentless wave power of the reptiles - if we could only harness the energy, there'd be no energy problem for the world.
This caught the eye of the pond yesterday:
Is that ...?
Yes, it was he, and is he the man featured in this old Tristan Edis piece?
Yes, it is he, and so a man too hot for the IPA - imagine that, too hot for the IPA - finds a home amongst the reptiles and is much loved in Tony Abbott's office.
Of course the one mistake that Tristan made in his piece here was to assume that there were any lessons for Tony Abbott, any lessons at all ... as if somehow Abbott might be expected to give a toss about renewable energy, climate science, effective policies and all the rest of the folderol he's been busy denying for years.
Tossers don't toss that way.
But the pond did relish the notion that businessman Dick "the denialist" Warburon was going to be less biased than the extremely biased Alan Moran ...
Now there's some mighty fine hair-splitting, but how reassuring that the hares can always find a home amongst the reptiles, where they can kick the renewable energy can down the road ...
But then what else can you expect from the reptiles?
Currently and curiously, the more they peddle conservative Catholicism - fear and loathing of gay marriage high on the list - the more the reptiles reveal a deep fear and loathing for the current Pope and his weird fixation on the planet.
This from the reptile editorialist:
Eek, not the greenie lefties with socialist tendencies.
Of course the crucifix - accepted only to be polite - is really just a handy prop for a now standard rant of the kind which has taken hold of the GOP in the US, making a tidy nexus between Hispanics, Catholics, drug fiends and rapists.
It's pure "the Donald", which is why the pond marvels at the straight face that the reptiles keep while blathering about radical theological bias.
Tell that to a passing gay ...
Never mind, it's a win-win for your average atheist, especially when the Pope starts sounding like Jesus and blathering about eyes of needles and camels and the deviant rich ...
Where does that leave Chairman Rupert? Is there a hell big enough for him to rot in?
When will these meddlesome, troublesome priests take a powder and leave the reptiles alone?
The useless Anglicans were at it too, preaching their greenie leftie rubbish:
But who's going to get the angry Sydney Anglicans to pray?
The pond fondly remembers the Jensenist contribution to the science, a fine dog-whistling effort:
You can find the rest of the piece at the angry Sydney Anglican site, comically headed In Defence of Science, though if you believe angry Anglicans, it should have been headed In Defence of Adam and Eve, and Eve's complimentary role (with free popcorn), intelligent design and a Young Earth.
Naturally the trolling - which is to say the Jensenist tut-tutting about the scientific consensus on global warming - brought out the very best of angry Sydney Anglicans:
But don't think the paranoia's going away any time soon, with that mention of Julia Gillard a pawn at the hands of the satanic financial elite a useful cue to the doings of the Daily Terrorists today:
Now the pond left that Woolworths ad attached to the front page for a reason.
The pond has been boycotting Woolworths for months, heading off to IGA, Coles, Aldi, anyone other than Woolworths, and what a pleasant, enjoyable change it's been.
Now advertisers should pay the price for being associated with irresponsible, demonstrably false ratbag tabloid outrages, so have you thought of extending the ban on Murdochian tabloids to take in Woolworths?
Here, Melburnians, you too have a reason to think about the usefulness of a boycott:
Yep, there's Woolworths again, condoning and financing irresponsible, demonstrably false Murdochian tabloids.
Now some might argue that the pond is being over-sensitive, but think about it.
With the money you save - Coles and Aldi are routinely cheaper - you could spend your money on some high quality journalism. You know:
The funny thing is, the Murdochians are now so steeped in loons, so photoshopped weird and wonderful, and some too strange - even for the IPA - that they wouldn't have the first clue how they're actively destroying their business ...
The pond would actively hide any nearby fire extinguisher if it found a stack of Murdoch tabloids on fire, but as for the rest, the pond continues to counsel against despair.
Toujours gai kid and more of Archie and Mehitabel here, including the rest of mehitabel's extensive past.
And there's always a Cathy Wilcox cartoon, and more Wilcox here.