Sunday, May 15, 2016

Day 55 of MUC and day 8 of MOC and it's time to come to Jesus, or at least to Malware ...


Now on the surface it might be thought that there's nothing to see here ... move along, it's thugby league season ...

But look, there on the side in the middle panel is Peta and she's grumbling about super.

It turned out that this was classic Terrorist bait and switch ...

Here's the digital splash ...


Top of the piece, Peta was doing Malware proud, toeing the party line, and endorsing the onion muncher's 'built the moats' ...

And even in the tail bit about the super, she bit her tongue and smoothly slid around that idle talk of the Harbourside Mansion man...


Ah yes, poor struggling Malcolm, forced to attend Sydney Grammar School, one of the lesser schools it has to be said ... after beginning school life at that remote location somewhere near Penrith, Vaucluse Public School ... anyone who's grown up in Vaucluse will know just what a poverty-stricken ,struggle-street suburb it is ...

But all this is an entree to an issue which deeply concerns the pond ...

You see, this day, the immortal Akker Dakker has had his come to Jesus, or at least come to Malware moment, but where is it featured?

Not on the front page, not on the main digital splash ... not even in company with the drink driver, a slot reserved for Peta...


And there was the pond thinking that the booby prize was reserved for drink drivers.

Never mind, because Akker Dakker is down with the second eleven ...


Claire who?

Now the pond hasn't the faintest understanding of why Akker Dakker has been sinbinned and sent to play reserve grade ... below the Devine and the upstart ...



... especially as he's come to Jesus in a way that is both humble and marvellous, and with his noble visage featured in heroic pose, almost like those Roman and Greek statues you can seen in abundance at the Met, and with nary a hint of smugness ...


Now Akker Dakker quickly gets down to the nub of it ... loose lips sink ships ... and soon enough there might be fruit cakes clambering on board for the Xmas season ...


Now the pond finds this enormously moving and piquant because it wasn't so long ago that Akker Dakker himself was one of this disenchanted Liberals ...

The pond could find any number of pieces in his blog assaulting the perfidious, treacherous Malware ... but here he was in March, sounding as disenchanted as any stray delcon howling at the moon of betrayal ...


And so on. But now Akker Dakker has come to Jesus and embraced the laughing stock ...


And so the junior jihadist has come into the tent ... but sad to say, some of his readers remain lost in the desert wilderness ...


Ah, the good old 'more pain is needed to produce the resurrection' philosophy ... strap on the cilice ...suffer ... aka the Brian Medlin philosophy, as espoused by good old Trot Jim Casey in a different cause, preferring Tony Abbott and his failed green army to handle the environment, so when everyone wakes up to the way the land has truly been fucked, there'll be a revolution ... or at least a revolutionary delusionalism ... 

And speaking of the Trots, wasn't that an excellent display by a man who disavowed any political affiliation ... apart from running for parliament for Socialist Alliance ...

It reminded the pond that assorted fundamentalist religions - from Christianity through Islamics to Scientologists - provide the right to lie and dissemble to infidels. Taqiya is a handy concept ...

But back to the unhappy Akker Dakker followers, not yet ready to do a backflip and come to Malware ...


You see Akker Dakker, you see what you did with your months of abusing Malware and providing comfort to his enemies?

No wonder you've been marked down, displaced and shunted down the digital page ...

But it wasn't so much the predictable Trumpists, the resolute Tea Partiers shooting themselves in the foot and refusing to toe the line, that struck the pond as odd ... rather it was this Orwellian remark that stole the show ...


The pond was perplexed and couldn't understand the point ...

Was the correspondent deploring the brutality of boarding school and its Nietzschean message of survival of the fittest?

Or was the correspondent celebrating the Nietzschean boarding school and the way an Übermensch had emerged, cleansed by the fire, to bestride Australia like an agile, innovative colossus?

For Rüdiger Safranski, the Übermensch represents a higher biological type reached through artificial selection and at the same time is also an ideal for anyone who is creative and strong enough to master the whole spectrum of human potential, good and "evil", to become an "artist-tyrant". In Ecce Homo, Nietzsche vehemently denied any idealistic, democratic or humanitarian interpretation of the Übermensch: "The word Übermensch [designates] a type of supreme achievement, as opposed to 'modern' men, 'good' men, Christians, and other nihilists ... When I whispered into the ears of some people that they were better off looking for a Cesare Borgia than a Parsifal, they did not believe their ears." Safranski argues that the combination of ruthless warrior pride and artistic brilliance that defined the Italian Renaissance embodied the sense of the Übermensch for Nietzsche. According to Safranski, Nietzsche intended the ultra-aristocratic figure of the Übermensch to serve as a Machiavellian bogeyman of the modern Western middle class and its pseudo-Christian egalitarian value system.

But perhaps the pond should leave the last word to George Orwell, who at least makes clear his own attitude to the triumph of the strong over the weak ...


Indeed, indeed, and Orwell went on in that essay - available, thanks to a Ruski site in full here - to tell a tale of his dealings with a school bully which will be familiar to anyone who has spent some time in a public or a private school ... 

If  the pond might be so bold as to summarise the essay and Orwell more succinctly, fuck Malware and his fucked-up broadband scheme and cursed be a man who took down community television so that Call and Win might own a multichannel and spread its curse of monstrous stupidity across the land ...

If that's what boarding school hardening up has produced, the results more unmensch than mensch ...

But that's enough of a Sunday meditation, though it leaves the pond wanting more ...

In the coming weeks, there should be more comings to Christ, or at least comings to Malware, as the delcons face, like Akker Dakker, the opportunity to eat their words and their pride ...

And now, sadly,  it's time for the pond to issue a threat ... unless others come into the tent, to provide the pond with sightings of ritual supplication and tugging of forelocks, and coming to heel and getting around behind - yes, that means you Bolter, and you Moorice Newman - the pond will have to take drastic steps ...

Moorice's silence, his recalcitrance, has his treasured position at the top of the page under dire threat ...

He must speak this week, or other contenders will step forward ... and there are many valiantly questing for the honour ...


By the way Twitter wag, that goes perilously close to a breach of the pond's patents for its banner ...

11 comments:

  1. As usual, Orwell's truth transcends time and place. The foundational cultural phenomenon of (at least) the Anglophone Right is the establishment and maintenance of a rigid power hierarchy in per-adolescents - hence the fundamental importance of private schooling. Bullying, bastardisation, coercion and Stockholm syndrome are the mechanisms of ensuring that exclusion is the reaction of choice for the maintenance of privilege. Is there any member of the LNP who had public schooling?

    The curiosity is the emergence of progressive drive from the same institutions. I went to one of the most egregious examples of such privilege, suffered the same systematic bullying, and emerged equally committed to the reaction - as did Don Dunstan, John Bannon (and three Nobel Laureates). There is hope for the anti-reptiles yet.

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  2. I've never had even the faintest beginnings of a suspicion that Scent of Vitriole was right about anything. But come on, folks, an "Independent" Commission Against Corruption ? In NSW ? Tell 'em they're dreaming.

    So what is the Kear-Pearce-McCarthy-SES thing ? Is any of it for real ? Has anybody been following it at all ?

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  3. A tweet from Peter Van Onselen may signal more work for you,DP. He said that at a gathering at the Inquiry (assume this is a Sky or Reptiles talkfest). Of the six there only he (PvO) gave the first week to Shorten. The rest gave it to Malware. I assume they're also convinced he did a fabulous job at the NBN.

    The other 5 Inquirer people opting for the Black Knight read like a rollcall of your reptiles: Pompous Paul, Bouffant Denis, the Dog Botherer, Dame Slap, and Dame Groan.

    It's a formidable list, but the Reptiles do run very deep. Missing were old standbys like Nick Cater, Oriel, Moorice, Gary Johns, and Grace Collier.

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  4. https://francoistremblay.wordpress.com/2016/05/14/jesus-v-jeezus/
    http://agoodcartoon.tumblr.com/post/123373960795/tim-kreider-fucking-owns
    http://agoodcartoon.tumblr.com/page/2

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  5. I recently returned to Sydney after 6 years away and couldn't believe the difference. There are people begging on street corners, others sleeping in cardboard boxes at Central station, rents for a small apartment are more than the average person's whole weekly wage. You can't buy train tickets at a train station and you can't rent a car unless you have a credit card (despite having the cash) and you daren't walk the streets after dark

    Sydney is fucked. Thanks State Governments.

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    1. Don't you worry, Melbourne is right up there too, with the World's Most Livable Skid Row (aka Elizabeth St at the Flinders St station end) and the Apex Gang(s).

      Thanks be to all our loving, caring governments - and to us for electing and supporting them, time after time.

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    2. It aint state governments. It is federal government's big Australia nonsense.

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    3. The pond's not so sure. The entrance to Broadway shopping centre is a lovely home, certainly as good as the tent city under the light rail down in the park ... and besides soon the homeless will be able to knock twenty minutes off their travel time to the airport ...

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  6. Quoting Nietzsche can be a bit of a problem. He did say 'God is dead' But also 'Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.'

    And he cried and intervened when he witnessed a driver beating a horse.

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    1. In the long ago days of yore, when I worked at the Albert Park Barracks (very near to St Kilda Station which, at that time, still was a station and not yet just a tram stop), the Barracks buildings were the favoured overnight residences of the local homeless - and so convenient for catching a train into the City for a day's begging. Only the Defence Signals building, being surrounded by high barbed wire fencing, went unused.

      That was back in the early 1960s well into the days of (Cur) Henry Bolte, not known for favouring deadbeats. But Albert Park Barracks was federal property in the Menzies era, so poor old Henry and (Cur) Arthur Rylah could do nothing much about it.

      (Cur) Arthur, as we all recall, was the man who wouldn't let his non-existent teenage daughter read Lady Chatterly's Lover, so nobody in Victoria - teenager or not - was allowed to read it either. Ah, good times, good times all round.

      And so the pendulum swings.

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    2. Ooops, wrong Reply button - this was intended for the thread above. I really will have to wear my glasses more often.

      On the other hand, conflating Bolte, Rylah and Nietzsche could just be serendipity.

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