Tuesday, August 16, 2016

In which the pond refuses to deplore the deploring of the PCC mob but does wonder about useless acronyms and what it says about the minds of bureaucrats...


(Above: and more Pope here).

For some time now, the pond has been mulling it over, and it's probably beyond time for the pond to propose that what's needed is some kind of ideological screening test.

Some kind of vetting of immigrants, or anyone with difficult or hard to spell names, which frankly makes blogging terribly difficult, no matter the best Fairfax-trained NZ subs available.

Now some will probably think the pond is being terribly derivative ...


That story there, but the pond has been thinking of this for a long time. 

Think about it, Roman Catholics back to Rome, scientologists off to LA or wherever the L. Ron lovers have their current base, angry Sydney Anglicans and their thin veneer which tries to hide their original Church of England name can head off to Canterbury and take the Caterists with them, difficult Dutch must head back to the brothels of Amsterdam (sorry Bolter), and owners of foreign media would have their holdings nationalised or sold off (that way maybe ex-wives hanging around with Putin might be avoided), and then there are the Hindus, the Buddhists, the Mecca-looking Islamics, why it could be a veritable orgy of deportations, why it would make Peter Dutton and Tony Abbott proud ... 

Oh wait, they're on the pond's list too ...using the ideological screening process we had before the war and before crispy bacon became the rage ...

Well we could at least reduce the country to me and thee, and what a fine time that would be, and then we could avoid this sort of confrontation ...


But stay anon, hold fast, what's this? 

The reptiles have put the Albion Caterists in second place, and a fine knave has been elevated to the top of the digital page, and immediately lost the argument in a fine Godwin's Law way by starting off "the politically correct class has no tolerance."

Immediately the pond began to feel a raging case of intolerance coming on ...

There's simply too much of this PCC - if the pond may in a ponderous bureaucratic way resort to a simple-minded acronym to facilitate its chattering - doing the rounds.

We saw it last night on the show the pond never watches, as a hapless moth got too close to a bright media light ...


Yes, what would a particle physicist know of climate science up against a keen empirical scientist like Mal?



Oh how childish. Call that some sort of answer? A graph and a few hot days?

Everyone knows the fix is in, that NASA has dudded the figures, the pup is up the creek without an empirical paddle, and it's an international world-wide cosmic possibly universal conspiracy. 

It's all there in the empirical evidence, and please, don't forget the role of the banks, the Rothschilds, the house of Windsor, the UN and the lizard people ...

And look over there at the Terror, they've tried to make Latham seem like the sensible one by team-tagging him with the with the angry pallid, looks like a pale cloud on a sunny day, Lenyonghjeolm ....


Damn you NZ subs, the least you could show respect for a ridiculously silly man embarking on a ridiculously silly stunt, and still managing to keep a straight face when he says it's not a stunt.

But enough of all this because the pond can hear the impatient rattling of the cage by the guest columnist ... and so attention must be paid ...


Yes indeedy, now there's a prime case of PCC twittery, and the pond notes that the rascal has made off with the pond's simplistic, simpleton acronym to mount his sublime case ...

But stay, no doubt provincials lost and alone in the BAPH states might ask, just who is this Michael Sexton, and why is he a PCC-aware legend in his own lunch time?

The pond is glad you asked that, because Sexton has some inside Sydney-sider gen on a good place to eat ...


Yes, it's a great place to eat, and in the spirit of encouraging private enterprise, allow the pond to run a plug. 

The pond enthusiastically supports plugs, and restaurant owner, please, we are accustomed to accepting free meals in the best corner of the house. Just drop your contact details in the comments section ...


But who ... the pond can hear you say, it's handy to see where he eats ... but who is Michael Sexton, and what has he done?

Well that 2015 story Lunch with Michael Sexton also provided this handy little pocket guide (students, scribble the details on your bum and then use a mirror to cheat in the exam) ...


Now hold your tears. 

It will be readily noted that this hapless wretch has been routinely thwarted by the PC mob, and his life and career rendered a hopeless failure. How they persecuted him, how they drove him down, just like they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing ... and so to the last bit of the lament, of a man likely to be homeless within the week and camping under the arches in Wentworth Park right near the persecuted greyhounds, such is the vindictive spiteful way of the PC crowd ...

Let us marvel that this is a man who apparently deplores 18c and then gets extremely agitated when a few choice words are flung around. It seems there are robust debates and then there are Sexton-moderated PCS debates ...  and so on with the Politically Correct Sexton ...


Indeed, indeed, and how pleasing that there's a warrior to take up the cause of David Leyonghelm - last warning NZ subs - and Mal, empirically one of the world's great climate scientists and conspiracy theorists, but around this point, some might be complaining that this Sexton is long on waffle and short on actual discussion points...

So why did he bother? Why did he get out of bed to produce this conventional bit of hand-wringing piety designed to please the reptiles and catapult him to the top of the digerati opinion page? Why dish out this distilled essence of blather like some much refined Italian sauce without the garlic of abuse, acronyms having only the flavour of mindless bureaucrat jargon ...

Well the pond has been holding back the punchline ...


He's got a book to flog. Oh and a cliché to sell.

PCC never sleeps? Where did he pick up that one? From the dog in the gutter trying to shake out its verbal fleas?

Now some might think this is a little naked, a little obvious, a tad pathetic ... but the pond is all in favour of private enterprise. You might like to pick up a copy - having sampled Sexton cleverness - and have a read while sampling the wine list ...



Ah yes, it's all in the Sydney wine list ...

And while we're having such a good, self-satisfied, un-PCC correct in good old Sydney town, here's a Rowe cartoon about a matter it would simply be much impolite to raise over a good red while chowing down on a decent lunch ... and more Rowe here ...





4 comments:

  1. Dear Ms Parker, I've possibly been dropping off during the long reading periods and now I don't know what a 'BAPH' state is (I probably live in one). Would you - Please Explain?

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    1. Naughty Anon possum, you wouldn't have been employed to deliver the mail at the ABC! Brisbane, Adelaide, Perth and Hobart. What happened to Darwin you ask? Who knows, what happens above the Berrimah Line stays above the Berrimah Line

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  2. I too would like to know what a BAPH state is. However, I can appreciate the irony of someone who advocates so strongly for freedom of speech attacking the SMH for exercising its freedom to have an opinion about a couple of our most over-promoted drongoes.

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    1. See above Russ. Soon the pond will be having a quiz on the meaning of Light Ent. No entries from ABC employees allowed.

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