Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Letting go ... and why some reptiles will never let go ...

Naturally a few reptiles are wildly excited ...

But dour old hard heads aren't convinced, and are surly and are reluctant to join the bandwagon ...

Even with the help of the ABC! Clearly not sufficient ...

Which brings the pond to the matter of letting go ...

Happily there are reptiles who will never let it go, who are congenitally incapable of letting it go, who will maintain the rage until the twelfth of never, even longer than Gough Whitlam's supporters, long after Gough himself had let go ...

Ancient wizened figures, forgotten by the rest of the world, are dragged out of their hermitage to pontificate:

And above all the Daily Terrorists are finding it exceptionally hard to forget or to forgive, or to forgive and forget. 

The Terrorists in their hipster 'leet chattering class Surry Hills bunker - why the pond passed by Holt street yesterday to get to its favourite takeaway sushi shop - are abuzz with tales of vipers in the nest. Important figures are thrust once more to centre stage:

Oh hang on, hang on, that didn't come out right, we're talking serious journalists with a serious digital agenda:

There, that's better. 

Was it already a week ago that we were hearing this?

“I’ve never leaked or backgrounded against anyone. And I certainly won’t start now. Our country deserves better than that. I want our government and our country to succeed. I always have and I always will.”

Indeed it was, but this was foregrounding on the beach, not backgrounding, and naturally the Terrorist reptiles were astonished and indignant:

Speaking of vipers, the reptiles were appalled by that harridan, that Medusa with vipers for hair:

Oh the petulant, ungrateful hussy, how petty, how childish, how petulant...

And so the Terror's editorialist let fly at the outrage of it all ...

No wonder he foreswore using the bible, the clap happy wretch who must now spend time in purgatory before heading off to heaven ... if only he believed in purgatory ...

As one Liberal MP said ...

Poll-driven panic has produced a revolving-door prime ministership which can’t be good for our country and a febrile media culture has developed that rewards treachery.
And if there’s one piece of advice I can give to the media, it’s this: refuse to print self-serving claims that the person making them won’t put his or her name to, refuse to connive at dishonour by acting as the assassin’s knife

Well that piece of advice went unheeded by the Terrorists, didn't it, and now, the pond must turn to an even more substantive example of an inability to let go.

Yes, the bromancer is struggling, and the pond deeply empathises with him ...

It's a long effort, but that's what you expect when an angel struggles with the dark Lucifer inside his soul, a bit like that potty-mouthed cat and kindly dog in the dreadful Ryan Reynolds' vehicle The Voices (though the cat has a nice line in smut).

You see, the bromancer is concerned that Tony will get by with a little help from his friends, which let's face it, is a classy kind of ballad:

The pond could imagine the tears almost shorting the keyboard as the bromancer, sobbing, typed out the line "you are a giant of conservative politics".

The temptation to burst into a verse or two of Wind Beneath My Wings was almost irresistible:

Did you ever know that you're my hero, 
and everything I would like to be? 
I can fly higher than an eagle, 
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. 
It might have appeared to go unnoticed, 
but I've got it all here in my heart. 
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it. 
I would be nothing without you.

And so on and on, but the pond quickly returned to earth and another burst of the bromancer:

By now it's possible to see where this is heading. The impossibility of letting go, of saying farewell, looms large.

You are my hero, don't ever let me down
You are my hero, don't let me see you frown 
It's only a mountain, you can climb that high 
No, that's not a teardrop, there's something in your eye ...

Oh the pond loves its ballads, and is there anything more poignant to see than a bromancer shrieking out a karaoke power ballad which makes Meatloaf and Jim Steinman seem like shrinking violets:

Yes, he could return to defeat that pack of vipers who currently have gained access to the keys to the Lodge, the back-stabbing, lying bunch of traitors, even if that bugger's got his own very tasty mansion!

Of course Abbott would have no part in any of the bitching and the moaning.

He would stay above the fray, a giant of detachment, and tremendously disciplined.

The last thing anyone would expect him to say would be a few unkind words when a Daily Terror reptile catches him having a quiet surf ...

And there you have it.

The bromancer and others clearly want Abbott to hang around, and start the business of destabilising the current mob, because clearly in these modern times, contingent as they are, you never know what might happen or when you might be needed.

And if unpleasant contingencies do occur, why it might be time then to do a former Chairman Rudd ... because that worked out so well ...

Watching all this suffering play out, this inability to let go, and the beach barbs and the bitching about Bronnie, almost makes the pond go a little Zen:

Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. He called upon Dokuon of Shokoku. 
Desiring to show his attainment, he said: "The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realisation, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received." 
Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry. 
"If nothing exists," inquired Dokuon, "where did this anger come from?" (more koans here).

Put it another way:

"If you let go a little, you will have a little peace. If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace.” ~Ajahn Chah

And if you don't let go at all, you can stay in parliament or work for the Daily Terror.

And if by chance you achieve enlightenment?

The immortal Pope provides the answer, and more Pope here. Yep, you can fly through the air with ease, as a master of copper ....


  1. "Abbott ... is also instinctively drawn to good lookers ..."? Oh, hang on, did I misread that? But, my, he is *such* a sexy beast!

  2. Of course the Bromancer can't mention the ultimate lurkers, Hughes and Scullin, because splitter Hughes' vicious grasping after the Precious is what would become of Abbott, and because Scullin was far too influential in the structure of both Curtin's and Chifley's approach to government to be relevant.

  3. Now let me see:

    1. Abbott: "He certainly never warned ME." Abbott said.

    2. Morrison: "I said on Friday to the Prime Minister's OFFICE that I thought things were pretty febrile and THEY should be on high alert."

    Now there's just absolutely no possible way that both of those statements could be concurrently true, is there. No, I thought not ... no way at all.

  4. Multiple joys relaxing on the couch last night for the 4 Corners/Media Watch double. The entrails were sniffed a little, and the usual Liberal suspects turned up to give the Abbott years a bit of context.

    Costello's naked joy at the downfall was one highlight, but on a subtler level, it was a special joy learning that people who despised Turnbull had decided that given the options on the table, anything was better than another day with Abbott wrecking everything in his inimitable style. And so over they switched.

    And speaking of barely concealed joy, Paul Barry then "did the tabloid reptiles slowly". Their wrong calls, their diminishing relevance, I don't mind saying I worried that Mr Botherer's brain may have exploded somewhere between 8.30pm, and 9.35 pm.

    I'm sure he had another 4 or 5 columns tucked away for The Oz suggesting that an Abbott "reboot", or "refresh" was all that the country needed. Frankly, I will miss reading that wonderfully sagacious opinion. What ever will he turn up next?

    Who's this in 2014? Oh, it's Paul Kelly: "The main task is manifest but still not accomplished — it is to recast the economic narrative. Reality, however, is on Abbott’s side in this project. The fact the government, despite setbacks, is sticking by a budget consolidation over time involving community sacrifice highlights the inescapable fiscal story."

    Yes, yes, well that all turned out exactly as PK predicted it.

    1. A really rag-tag little bag of gormies* on the 4 Corners, yes ? Cory, Amanda, Costello, Xenophon and a minor swag of even lesser lights. Not one single believable contributor, or even one worth listening to.

      *gormies = abbreviation of 'gormless', One could also add 'feckies' (short for feckless).

  5. That worldly wise Bro has so many old bromances, so many tales to tell. Just give him an opportunity, and he won't shut up, me old china.

    ...Both Tony Abbott and Malcolm Turnbull worked there, though not at the same time. Former Australian foreign minister, Bob Carr, was there with the current prime minister, as was The Australian foreign affairs journalist Greg Sheridan. Both Bob and Greg are observers of foreign policy. How will the former Bulletin journalist shape Australia's foreign policy? - That Doofus... er, The Doogue: Malcolm and shaping foreign policy

    True to form, the Malignant Turncoat, and embassy rat Blurt Something, have both this morning parrotted the same line on China that so clearly comes straight from the US State Department...

    There's nothing like a good war to end a lengthy depression, is there? Speaking of which, sell-out Robb is out today loudly calling for a quick general election.


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