Monday, September 28, 2015

The pond's with stupid, and stupid songs ...

The pond can't get enough of the Bolter this day ... and nor can others ...

Over a thousand comments sharing the Bolter's sorrow, and the pity, and the chagrin of it all, and we should all remember to sing along ...

And so to a Bolter lite, so light that a passing zephyr might whisk the bubble head into the air and play with it the way a plastic bag dances in American Beauty:

Thirty comments! And for such a rapier wit, scintillating and sparkling like papier mâché in the afternoon light ...

Or perhaps sitting on the tongue with the rancid bitterness of a sour lemon ...

... The only offensive element here is that an ABC staffer — part of a tax-funded billion dollar broadcaster completely protected from market forces — is asking how someone else might relate to ordinary Australians. 
The ABC’s distance from those Australians may be seen in this exchange between the new Prime Minister and AM host Michael Brissenden: 
 Turnbull: “We have got to talk about the real issues that affect people’s lives, and that’s, why don’t we do that?” 
Brissenden: “Well let’s do that. You’ve been a strong advocate for a republic, for same-sex marriage, for stronger action on climate change.” 
 Yep, those are the real issues affecting people’s lives, all right. It’s just that nobody outside of the ABC seems to talk about them. Perhaps they will now, since Turnbull is such a brilliant persuader. Although the record shows otherwise. If Malcolm Turnbull really is such a convincing chap, he’d have defeated Rudd in 2010, we’d have a popular ETS and Australia would already be a republic. Turnbull was deservedly rolled in 2009 after both the Liberal Party and Liberal voters rejected him. In the final Newspoll before the party moved against Turnbull, the Coalition trailed Labor by 43 to 57. An ETS remains electorally toxic. And as for the republic, new Australian Republican Movement leader Peter FitzSimons bragged last week about signing 1200 new members over the last two months. Way to convert 0.005 per cent of the Australian public, Fitzy. 
Meanwhile, a number of conservative Liberal members are fleeing the party rather than support Turnbull — a phenomenon that doesn’t seem to bother Liberal party strategist Mark Textor. “The qualitative evidence is they don’t matter,” Textor said. “The sum of a more centrist approach outweighs any alleged marginal loss of ­so-called base voters.”

You'll note little Timmie doesn't berate Malware for his skill at Fraudband.

After all, when he was doing the work of the devil, he was doing what Rupert wanted ...

Now suddenly the Murdochians have gone Marxist ...

...what a change it is. Former treasurer Joe Hockey couldn’t display a mere symbol of wealth, in the form of a cigar, without drawing a furious response from the ABC and Fairfax. Turnbull, on the other hand, who could hide ­Kirribilli House in his Point Piper garage, escapes criticism. 

 “The fact Turnbull is fabulously wealthy is no secret,” wrote Fairfax political reporter Judith Ireland on Friday. “Indeed, his success in business and contacts with the ritzy end of town is part of his charm … The fact that Turnbull had another, fully-formed life away from Canberra rounded him out and made him more interesting … Judging Turnbull for his money bags is reverse snobbish and boring … even $200 million men deserve a fair go.” 
 Keep that in mind the next time Fairfax laments the gap between rich and poor or complains about billionaire mining company ­executives. It’s just a part of their charm. Still, the Great Malcolm’s ascent hasn’t been entirely ­positive. Foreign Minister Julie Bishop, in particular, is paying a dreadful penalty. 
 “The Australian delegation to the United Nations General ­Assembly in New York appears to be receiving a different welcome than it might have had Tony ­Abbott still been in office. Doors that were recently firmly closed have mysteriously swung open,” Fairfax’s Nick O’Malley reported. “Foreign Affairs Minister Julie Bishop has received a last-minute invitation to attend a Sunday lunch hosted by UN secretary- general Ban Ki-moon for the ­leaders of about 20 nations to ­discuss climate change.” 
Lunch with Ban Ki-moon. To discuss climate change. It’s exactly what you deserve, Julie.

The bitterness is palpable, and wonderful to behold.

The pond could almost forgive Malware for getting so many of the reptiles so agitated so quickly and keep them in the same state as a rancid barrel of cheese.

Perhaps the only other one to manage it in recent times has been the socialist greenie Pope.

What's that you say?

Oh dear, immortality and eighteen holes of golf with St Peter must be weighing on the Chairman's soul ... but after a life of wickedness, is there still hope? Perhaps the entire company might switch to saying prayers so that the time in purgatory might be shortened ...

And so to the grand news:

Well yes, Moorice got that right, and the pond got the answer to its question - how long would this turkey last in the new regime? - a little quicker than expected.

Ah, that labour market flexibility will get you every time ... but look, there they are together ...

Oh you have to laugh, especially at Campbell Newman's sudden belated realisation that calling Julia Gillard a witch was a little on the nose ...

Must have a book to flog.

Meanwhile, that song keeps running through the pond's head, and we just can't shake it:

Did I ever tell you you're my hero? 

You're everything, everything I wish I could be. 
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle, 
for you are the wind beneath my wings, 
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. 
 Oh, the wind beneath my wings. 
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings. 
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high. 
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. 
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. 
 Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, 
so high I almost touch the sky. 
Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, 
the wind beneath my wings.

The pond is almost prepared to forgive Malware for his many digital crimes, if only for the pleasure of seeing Moorice dumped, though Moorice probably thinks it's part of an international conspiracy and has something to do with Julie Bishop scoring a meal at the UN ....

And then there's the Bolter and the Devine and that bitter Bolter lite, little Timmie Bleagh, and the whole pack of them rushing off to join Pauline Hanson's party ... because she's a true librul ...

It's such a hoot, and none of them with the wit to think for a nanosecond of the real cause of all their problems ...


  1. Captain Newman has more than a book to flog, he is polishing that baton in his knapsack.
    But, DP, I'm torn between the medal count and Barnaby in full, frenetic flights of idiotic fantasy. BJ is making Roskam look reasonable.

    1. Well UC, BJ (unfortunate initials for a man of such charm) makes ME look reasonable and I'm an utter nutter...

  2. Judging Turnbull for his money bags is reverse snobbish and boring … even $200 million men deserve a fair go.”

    A fair go? Isn't that what his Cayman Island tax haven is?


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