Sunday, November 29, 2015

Speaking of smart moves ...

Amazingly, after all that gentle Dr Ben has said and done of late, Chairman Rupert is still jonesing for the pyramids man to become POTUS ...

Meanwhile, cartoonists make hay ...

The full cartoon at the Boston Globe here ...

And and on they go ...

It's led the pond to construct a thesis ... that Chairman Rupert's love of Dr Ben is only matched by his commentariat's fear and loathing for Malcolm Turnbull...

Yes, it's all been an elaborate cue to introduce Akker Dakker's weekend rant.

Now some might not know how to decode the fat owl of the remove's tuck shop follies, but this should give a clue ...

Oh okay that's the Bolter, found on twitter, but that's the clue.

You see anything and everything Malware does - with the possible exception of his fucking up the intertubes as required by Chairman Rupert and admired by the Chairman's commentariat - is a matter for whining and moaning and much carping and carry-on amongst the hard core of Rupert's little helpers.

Like this:

Now there's the second clue.

When Akker remarks about the wider party remarking on that which has gone unremarked in the media, he actually means a couple of dissident ne'er-do-wells.

It takes a while to get there, but by end of journey, Akker Dakker unveils the company he likes to keep.

It will be remembered of course that Akker Dakker isn't yearning for his student days - by his wiki's account he was expelled and didn't complete his exams - nor does he seem to be yearning for his court-laden harassing days, but rather the bold, brave days of the wall-thumping chocolate cake man, ready to stand alongside Franco and Adolf to battle the leftists who gave B.A. such a hard time in his youth. Oh how the bells on the church electrified the world:

In the famous Melbourne University debate about the Spanish Civil War, he declared: "When the bullets of the atheists struck the statue of Christ outside the cathedral in Madrid, for some that was just steel striking brass. But for me, those bullets were piecing the heart of Christ the King." 
He could engender a thrill in the heart that was part patriotism, part Christian idealism and part "fighting the good fight". (here)

Thanks chocolate cake man and please, send over those planes Adolf and teach those damned atheists a lesson ...

But enough of Godwin's Law and thrills in the heart, because we have a current crisis, and it's all the fault of the man featured in the photo:

Oh shame, shame, the perfidy, the outage, but surely there were heroes, brave souls, prepared to stand up against the infamy:

Ah, the filthy bien pensant lefties, with their Hanoi loving, white powder sniffing ways.

There's a breathless hush in the Senate to-night.
Two to vote and a bill to defeat
A bumping Malware and a blinding gaggle of bien pensants
An hour to play and the last two men in
And it's not for the sake of a libertarian coat
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame
But Cory's hand on Eric's shoulder smote
Let's play up, play up, and play the game ...

The sand of the senate is sodden red
Red with the reck of the square the student lefties broke
Cory's Gatling's jammed and Eric's cake has melted
And the senate's blind with dust and smoke
The river of cowardly senators has brimmed its banks
And truth and honour has fled to Tasmania and South Australia
But the voices of Cory and Eric and Akker still rallies the ranks
Play up, play up and play the game.

This is the word that year by year
While in the deviant unis the lefties are set
Every Liberal son (not you daughter) must hear
And none that hears it dares forget
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through wall-thumpings like a thrill of the heart
Carrying a vibrant B. A.  torch in flame
And falling, fling to the barking mad right behind
Play up, play up and play the game ...

Oh okay, it no longer scans and Sir Henry has rolled in his grave, but now, suitably primed, can we have a photo of these two brave heroes, and an exhortation to all to follow their brave lead ...

By journey's end, the pond was almost moved to tears at the tragedy of it all, and the thought of all those greenies carrying on about the state of the planet, but strangely perked up by being shown a Le Lievre cartoon that had absolutely nothing to do with anything at all above, except perhaps the ideological rigidity and stupidity of the cake man's faithful followers (and more Le Lievre here).
Calling Chairman Rupert, calling Dr. Ben ... should we be building pyramids so we can store the grain all over again?


  1. DP - you have done sterling service in the remembering of old British comedy. May I suggest a passing tilt-of-the lid to Jimmy Edwards, Charlie Drake, Mr Pastry, Norman Wisdom and Max Miller.

    And never forget the political subversion of The Railway Stories by the Rev Awdry. The Fat Controller has a lot to answer for (as beloved of Private Eye).

    1. And don't forget George Formby and Tommy Trtinder.

    2. The pond has in the past mentioned Jimmy Edwards - you can take it from here that the pond likes him and Dick Bentley and Joy Nichols and Frank Muir and Denis Norden - and has a very soft spot for all the goons, but really Charlie Drake and George Formby are a ukulele-picking bridge too far ...

  2. DP, I think I've found the template for Roop's branch office at Holt St. This is from Anne Applebaum's How Turkey confounded Putin’s favorite narratives

    But follow the Russian media over any time period and you soon begin to see patterns in the reporting of news. Nothing ever just “happens.” Every event is always part of a larger story, usually a conspiracy theory. Russia, or rather a plot to destroy or undermine Russia, always lies at the center. Elements of reality are included in the story, but distorted with virtual reality in order to suit the story line.

    Could be a case of chicken or egg, though.

    1. A good link UC, and the pond is strangely reminded of watching Russia Today, which is eerily reminiscent of reading the Chairman's reptiles at work ...

  3. How do you explain the allure of a great film which is totally non-PC? Having just re-watched Kim. It features Errol with a shaved head, derring-do for the Brits in Afghanistan and Rudyard at his colonial finest in perhaps the first great spy story.

    But it is a great film - like The Man Who Would be King (another Kipling classic). And we shouldn't judge it from the mores of today, any more that we judge Othello.

    1. The pond endorses the cathartic theory of art, which is why the pond can enjoy The Man Who Would be King, which in fact is a John Huston classic, and a tad different from the Kipling original in its resonances ... but then the pond has been known to enjoy the odd Steven Spielberg movie, so in the realm of art anything is possible ... just as it's possible to watch Triumph of the Will and marvel at its technical cleverness ... whether this should extend to the fat owl of the remove leads in to a much too complex discussion of chocolate cake in the tuck shop ...

  4. I'll expand the previous, on group-think in media. Take 'domestic violence' as example, very much in the news last week or so. How is the subject being taken up in the blogs? I wonder, do some blog favours have a kind of patronage that oozes from the macho fringe, where virtually no-one raises the issue in the comments? Would be easy enough to analyse, I reckon.


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