In which the pond dallies with Akker Dakker ...

The pond bit its tongue yesterday.

As Bunyip Bluegum, Bill Barnacle and Sam Sawnoff know, the taste of the magic pudding is in the trying ... and now in the west there's been a trying ...

Well, with petulant Peta and Miranda the Devine this day off in Leakian mourning, the pond decided that the pudding was worth a revisit ...

For months now, the reptiles have been elevating and enhancing Hanson.

Why? Well it's a very convenient, if very dumb anti-vaxx club, designed to herd Malware either to the right, or off a cliff, perhaps so that the onion muncher might return, or some other hard-liner like the mutton Dutton might ascend the throne ...

It also allows reptiles like the dog botherer to sound simultaneously disapproving, cluck clucking and tut tutting, while also covertly going full Hansonist ... talking of the need to pay attention ...

And so on. You see? You must become Hanson to defeat Hanson ... and better still, why not do a deal with preferences while we're at it?

Others might have been reading the Graudian and Taylor and her Look Closely Hanson Doesn't Really Speak for Ordinary Australians ...

Not the dog botherer and his kind ...

So what to do about the national debate now that the west has sent Hanson and the dog botherer's gaps in the national debate marching?

What stick can be used to give Malware a good hiding now?

Here the pond must turn to Akker Dakker today ...

Yep, it takes the gut-laden Akker Dakker to know all about the danger of a lack of guts.

In a singular, heroic feat, typical of the fat owl, Akker Dakker scribbles an entire column of fear, hate, and feral Malware loathing without once mentioning Pauline Hanson ...

 

Now let's go beyond the usual talk of how a publication which has its bunker in Surry Hills might carry on about inner urbans, and instead admire the way the fat owl can still pivot on a dime. 

No Hanson, Cory's back ...

In the process, the fat owl shamelessly recycles an Oz puff piece shamelessly recycling Cory's infinite narcissist self-regard ...

Indeed, indeed ...

Of course that reference to billionaire activists influencing local politics is designed to reduce the pond to hysterical laughter, and to send the pond trawling off through old news to discover reminders of billionaire activists at work ...

But enough of billionaire activists and lickspittle supine grovelling Cory, and back to Akker Dakker. 

Whatever else might be said about the fat owl, he can sniff which way the wind is blowing, and it isn't blowing Hanson's way, so Cory is it ... and the war against Malware must be maintained ... and can 18C be far behind in the fat owl's Sunday litany of deep suffering and dissatisfaction?

Yes, it's that old classic hoary chestnut, "I'm not anti-gay, I just happen to say all sorts of things that make me sound like I'm anti-gay. What was wrong with the good old days when you could call a pillow-biter a pillow-biter and everyone thought it was just a jolly jape amongst chums?"

But to be fair, Akker Dakker has never needed to dress up his bigotry by pretending it comes from Hanson. 

Akker Dakker has always been proud in his bigotry - in much the same way that the Devine is a gay hater, no matter how many arguments and factual points might be arrayed against her, as at SBS here ...

Haters gunna hate, but what's curious is the way that Devine outed Charlie Lynn as the one being furious with gays, whereas Akker Dakker refused to out the name of his own senior (former) long-time member of a state Liberal Party council. 

Perhaps it wasn't Ernie-nominated silly old bugger Charlie, who copped a six month suspension for rabbiting on ... but if so, why is Akker Dakker so coy about naming the name?

After all, if a bigot, why not a proud and open bigot?  Here's a few of the images of the Mardi Gras brothel that seared and shocked a nation ...

Funny how Akker Dakker and his sources and Daesh sound much of a muchness on certain matters.

But enough of that bigotry, because Akker Dakker has got plenty else to moan and whine about, like a dog scratching at the door ...

Serious stuff, and the pond was deeply concerned to read about the 300,000 really annoyed pensioners.

Who could have said it? It had inverted commas around it, so somebody must have said it. 

Somebody must have berated false socialist Greens ideology and the astute Akker Dakker had ferreted them and their quote out, but they were too humble to go on the record ... since the quote isn't sourced.

Who might it have been? 

Well as always, google is the pond's friend, so after extensive searching, the pond dug up the source ...

One result, one magical pudding result ...

Oh dear, time to move on quickly to the last gobbet of undiluted portly Akker Dakker rage ...

It will be recalled, or perhaps not, that at the start of his piece Akker Dakker purported to be centrist, bemoaning the way that modest centrists like him had been made to appear members of the lunar right ...

And then off he went on his Cory-loving, gay hating, Islamic bashing, lunar right way, as usual, and as done a squillion or more times before ...

Well, all this is more than enough for the pond's meditative Sunday.

While petulant Peta and Miranda the Devine pause to mourn the Leak - no doubt killed by leftists or Gillian Triggs or the HRC or inner city urban 'leets - Akker Dakker and his kind just have to keep going, pushing Hansonism lite and heavy, pushing Cory, pushing the onion muncher and if they're lucky, they'll get what happened to the dog botherer in the west quite recently ... as explained by Moir, with more Moir here ...