Saturday, June 24, 2017

In which the pond presents a massive dose of reptile identity politics, wherein the identifiers all manage to sound identical ...


Whenever a war criminal scribbles a little something, the pond is always attentive ...

Way back when the pond became fixated on Albert Speer,  a seemingly intelligent man who became captivated by grandiose ambitions and delusions ...


Of course Speer was a grander war criminal than little Johnny, but still, little Johnny did his fair share of thousands dead and millions displaced, so when he talks about threats anew to basic freedoms, the pond wonders if he might talk about the freedoms enjoyed by the thousands dead, and the millions displaced...

Probably not ... it's probably more of the usual ...


Yes, it's the usual bullshit, with the usual guff about the traditional Catholic approach to homosexuality:

In the discussion which followed the publication of the Declaration, however, an overly benign interpretation was given to the homosexual condition itself, some going so far as to call it neutral, or even good. Although the particular inclination of the homosexual person is not a sin, it is a more or less strong tendency ordered toward an intrinsic moral evil; and thus the inclination itself must be seen as an objective disorder. (More from the rat Ratzinger here).

To mythical hell with all that talk of intrinsic moral evil and objective disorder,  and while we're at it, to mythical hell for war criminals too, though with all the nonsense the rat wrote about Genesis, it seems fair enough to talk of the intrinsic objectively disordered moral evil of the Catholic church, and the bizarre notion that hell will catch up with the guilty...

Of course if you dare to express a contrary thought to the tykes and other believers in unicorns, suddenly there's much cluck-clucking and tut-tutting, while the war criminal little Johnny tries to score laughs from his comedy stylings about tolerance and inclusion ...


Inn the end, it's just a puff piece for a book, written by a war criminal, pretending to be tolerant, blathering on about identity politics while Catholics parade about in frocks to establish their identity ...


What a strange identity it is too. Wouldn't it just be simpler and easier to admit that wearing frocks can be fun?

Sadly little Johnny is just a warm-up, because this day the reptiles had the original on display ...


Now right from the get go, the illustration suggests there's going to be a lecture seeped in bigotry and intolerance, and the pond might get a little curt with Kurti.

How often do we see a story in the lizard Oz saying wearers of any form of religious regalia must make sure it isn't a symbol of the failure of integration?


Fancy the pond having a barking mad great aunt for a nun ... though these days they're a vanishing breed. That's the sort of failure of integration the pond can deal with ...

But that snap of the vanishing breed suggests the trick the reptiles will employ.

Always, when running this sort of yarn, make sure that you have an inflammatory picture of a delusional religious person at the top of the column ... like so ...


Stop right there. It's all the fault of the secularists?

What about the angry Sydney Anglicans? Let's not forget that Kurti is himself an ordained Anglican Church minister, and before heading off to the rabid CIS, was pushing Anglicanism at Saint James, King Street, in Sydney ... please, don't get the pond started on Anglicans, complimentary women and gays. We could be here all day.

As it is, because Kurti is inclined to rabbit on, we'll still be here for an ungodly amount of time, and the pond will understand those who wilt and fade under the pressure ... because it's just another serve of Xians at war with Islamics ...


Uh huh. So what about gay marriage? Is Kurti with Daesh on the matter? Head off to Quadrant if you like here ...

The ferocity and intolerance with which the new right to equality is demanded by same-sex marriage advocates threatens real harm to the substantial and foundational right to religious liberty as it has been understood and interpreted in Australia. Shorten’s claim that “at its heart, marriage equality is about removing discrimination from our laws” is simply the use of equality as a weapon with which to beat those whose understanding of marriage differs from his.
Deploying the concept of equality in the debate in this way has served not only to drive further apart the proponents and opponents, diminishing areas of shared agreement and threatening the tenor of debate, but also to threaten the right to religious freedom enjoyed by all Australians.

Of course he is - the fundamentalist have so much in common ...

What we're arguing about isn't to do with the rights of gays or women, what we're arguing about here is which form of religious fundamentalism should prevail ... (and by the pond's definition, anyone who thinks Adam and Eve is a guide to relationships can head off to herd camels).




Okay, the pond can play this game. Let's go French and ban all public displays of religious affiliation, and while we're at it, taxpayer support of religious organisations, including education, charities, and exemption from tax ...

There's no chance of it happening of course, which is why Kurti has to dance so finely around his assault on Islamics. Chances are, if someone notices that Islam is a delusion, they might also start to wonder about the complimentary women to be found in Sydney Anglicanism ...

Now around this point the pond can sense a certain restlessness in the ether ... and it's true many would be better off reading The Islamic Road to the Modern World, in the latest NY Review of Books, and luckily outside the paywall for the moment ...

But that's only for those who want to take an early mark ... for the rest, Kurti remains the assignment ...



The good news is that it's almost over, and the pond will rush on to the final gobbet ...



It's a classic fudge of course, but what was revealing was the comments section, where the howling mob came out in a jihadist frenzy.

The reptiles might only represent a couple of hundred thousand sales, but the purchasers are amongst the finest bigots in the land.

This one comment will have to stand in for the frenzy that erupted ...



It's a little bit more explicit than Kurti, but the pond invites those who can summon up the strength to go Kurti hunting online.

Meanwhile, for those wanting an honours grade, the dog botherer was also out and about today in the lizard Oz.

Being another, albeit minor war criminal and functionary, the pond loves it when the dog botherer starts carrying on like a Kurti ...



How much can a koala bear, prattling Polonius might ask ...seeing as how a bunch of angry white men shouting at clouds always manage to look and sound alike ...

Well let's make sure we have a picture of a kinda funny looking woman at the top of the page wearing a kinda funny looking hat to set the tone for what follows ...



Now the pond thinks it's deplorable that Ford called Miranda Devine a fucking cunt, because (a) fucking is a pleasurable activity, whereas splashing on the essence of Devine is like bathing in or swallowing undiluted sulphuric acid; and (b) cunts are extremely useful, both as a site for pleasure and as a way to produce offspring, and the Devine is neither pleasurable nor remotely useful.

What's really funny is the way that the dog botherer immediately gets down to the business at hand, which is always to attack someone on the ABC...

Staggeringly, the dog botherer never seems to mention certain kinds of vans on the streets of London, or a crazed Norwegian mass murderer, or even a couple of innocents killed in Portlandia for simply suggesting politeness might be an option ...

But that's the way it goes with the reptiles.

The question is, what to call these folk, if fucking cunts is far too joyous and happy a term.

The pond suggests tedious boring farts, with the caveat that if they're of a certain age, they might be called boring old farts, singing the same old tedious song of prejudice and one-eyed bile on a daily basis to a couple of hundred thousand purchasers, out of a population of some 24 million going about their business without any regard to what the old farts are scribbling ...



With all that talk of personal aggression, please allow the pond to pause for a sponsor's message.



Okay, time for the last gobbet from the minor war criminal ... because there's nothing like killing thousands and displacing millions to show how it's really done ...



Oh the pond just thought of another way to describe the dog botherer, which is both true and identity neutral.

He's a pain in the arse, a complete bloody pain in the arse ...a condition most of humanity is likely to suffer from at some point in life, though much more likely to have it come on if they eat the wrong foods, or read the lizard Oz ...

Luckily the same can't be said for TT, always with an eye for assorted identities and with fresher TT here ...wherein the honest cabinet is celebrated ...









In which the pond plays a round with prattling Polonius and settles for a hand wedge ...


Good news on all fronts for the pond this weekend.

Prattling Polonius is back and it seems, judging by the splash, that Polonius has come to terms with the Donald's domination of US politics.

No doubt Polonius loves the Donald and thinks he's wonderful for US politics, the world, the status of the United States and pretty much everything, including golf ...


The pond's joking of course ... the chances of Polonius getting out a driver or even knowing what a crime it is to use it on a green is pretty slim, and no doubt Polonius has come to terms with the Donald's concept of golf etiquette (which is, the pond hears, to cheat, using what is commonly known as a "hand wedge", though the pond understands a "foot wedge" is also a useful club).

Google Polonius and golf and you might even end up far away at The Northern Star reading Gerard Henderson labelled a 'bigot' following ABC debate.

It was the usual stuff, about the way the parole system favoured Muslims and had it in for Gerard:

"(Man) Monis, the terrorist in Sydney, why did he get bail? I think he got bail because he dressed as an Imam and pretended he was a persecuted Muslim and he got bail despite the fact he was on very serious charges," Mr Henderson said. "On charge of 40 sexual assaults. If his name had been Gerard Henderson he wouldn't have got bail. This guy in Victoria (Khayre) much the same.

Oh dear ...time for a gobbet ...



Oh dear ... can the senile old bigot be that far out of touch with the news.

There's the trouble with prattling Polonius. While he blathers on, it's so easy to get distracted, start thinking of golf, and the next thing you know someone's calling Polonius a bigot who doesn't have the first clue about killers in the street...

But that's old news, everyone knows Polonius is a bigot, perhaps the google splash can provide a better guide to this week's thinking ...



Oh dear, that's an even trickier question. That's like asking Polonius to explain to the public why he's such a wanker and a bigot ...

Never mind, there's a good chance the senile bigoted old sod might just pull it off, and explain why he's a wanker, so the pond read on ...



Indeed, indeed. It's entirely a mystery why the Democrats failed to win a seat which had previously seen Tom Price win by a handsome 23 points with 61.6% of the vote ...(NY Times)

Why a 23 point swing is easy peasy, and done most days of the week. No wonder the Dems are lacerating themselves ...

Still it means that the Donald continues his glorious run at the top of the political tree, and that pleases Polonius no end - he's such a Donald lover ... and the Donald is so good for the country, in much the same way as that he's bigly good at golf.

As for wider explanations, the pond much prefers to take a Wordsworthian look at clouds ...



Okay, back from the cloud gazing, and the pond has a handsome sum on hand to bet that Polonius will, like the Donald, put all the blame on crooked Hillary.

Has there ever been a better, more willing and obliging target than crooked Hillary?



Of course the pond was more traumatised by the wayward dash in that last Polonial par. The reptiles of Oz are doing their level best to turn the pond into a grammar Nazi ...

As for the rest, the pond doesn't much mind if poor people in the US lose their health benefits and die in droves. If that's what they voted for, the Donald and the GOP will surely deliver, while giving the rich a handsome tax break. Of course not that many poor people bother to vote, but all the recent talk of populism reminded the pond of that old joke:

"For decades, Americans have experienced a populist uprising that only benefits the people it is supposed to be targeting," writes Thomas Frank in What's the Matter With Kansas. "The angry workers, mighty in their numbers, are marching irresistibly against the arrogant. They are shaking their fists at the sons of privilege. They are laughing at the dainty affectations of the Leawoof toffs. They are massing at the gates of Mission Hills, hoisting the black flag, and while the millionaires tremble in their mansions, they are bellowing out their terrifying demands. 'We are here,' they scream, 'to cut your taxes." (here at the Graudian, with a link to the NY Times' original).

But as the matter of polls happened to be raised by Polonius, and as he mentioned a 45% approval rating, perhaps between 45% and 40% there's more than just a margin of error. Let there be polling at ten paces:



That's the headline - and there's some great points which confirm that Polonius is truly a seer and a visionary ...

As the Senate takes up its version of a GOP health bill, Americans prefer Democrats on that issue by 17 percentage points. They also favor Democrats for helping the middle class (13 points), handling immigration (6 points), and dealing with infrastructure (2 points). The segment of government Americans want controlling the issue debate least is the White House. Just 21 percent say Trump should have the lead role setting policy for the country. That's third behind Congressional Republicans (25 percent) and Congressional Democrats (45 percent). Underlying that assessment is the public's negative view of Trump's personal characteristics. Majorities give the president low marks for his temperament (62 percent), his knowledge and experience (55 percent) and his honesty (55 percent).

Of course the pond has cherry picked the data, but that's just to match Polonius in his bigoted style. For anyone interested in the full data, there's more here ...

If prattling Polonius was interested in serious analysis of contemporary politics in the US he would be out and about explaining just why the Donald has been so good for the country these past six months, and why everything in the US is now going so swimmingly well ... and how the poor and the middle class are being lifted up to nirvana ...

But don't hold your breath. Even for a bigoted Polonius, that might need more than a hand wedge. Possibly it might require a hand job ... though the chances of a happy ending seem limited at the moment.

And now to the Rowe of the day because dammit, it's not just the United States that can provide a laugh ... with more Rowe here ...




Friday, June 23, 2017

In which the pond looks to Anderson for righteous nonsense ...


As usual, the reptile splash is seriously misleading ... and not just by suggesting that silly old irrelevance John Anderson has anything interesting to say, as opposed to recycling second-hand Haidt nonsense ...

For the correct insight, the pond had to look to the google splash ...


There it is - the 'l' on the 'look' is lower case, and instantly the pond was reminded of e. e. cummings, even if Cummings himself didn't mind using capital letters for his name and in his poems.

Not everything was 2 Little Whos:


but look, there it is, the small 'l' at the top of the Anderson piece, as the reptiles go big this day on revolutionary approaches to the English language ...


now right from the get go, the pond should point out that it doesn't have much time for tosh of the Haidt kind.

Oh heck, can the pond stop this, and use a cap?

Not so long ago, Haidt turned up in the New York Review of Books, in relation to a story about the shameless way that US psychologists had prostituted themselves regarding matters of torture and other shameful US policies, while doing a deep and lengthy dance with the US military.

In response to a letter co-authored by Haidt and Steven Pinker, Tasmin Shaw wrote this, along with much else, happily outside the paywall here:


That fuss had begun with Shaw's review of a number of deeply disturbing books by a bunch of happy clappy psychologists intent on reforming the world or sending it to the cornfield for not being positive.

The full review is at the NY Review of Books here... luckily also outside the paywall at the moment.

Here's a chunk about Haidt and his inspirations ...


Well after all that, it's back to Anderson attempting to spin Haidt into a learning exercise for anyone wanting to go conservative and relish their righteousness:


Here's the thing this gibberish never acknowledges.

If you happen to be gay, blather about moral politics shouldn't obscure the central issue that anything designed to make that condition immoral or ungodly or inhuman is just a few steps away from giving the likes of Turing a chemical castration procedure.

In much the same way that angry Sydney Anglicans wanting to produce complimentary women is just some idle modern version of a camel herder's Stepford Wives fantasy ...

Before blathering about the way conservatives are motivated by a much broader set of moral considerations aimed at wider social harmony, get back to the pond when those broader considerations stop sounding like the moral agenda of Daesh  and fundamentalist religious bigots of most persuasions ...

And now with apologies for presenting such lightweight tosh, the pond feels the need for a little filler.

What better way to do it than the reptiles of Oz, obsessed as they are with the broader moral consideration of getting more cash in the paw for the Catholics. It's all in a day's work for the Catholic Boys' Daily...




When last the pond checked, Malware - the man who made sure New Zealand did better at broadband than Australia - was being  called demonic, but at least now we've shifted to a decently Dutch secularist maelstrom:


There's every chance the reptiles of Oz, motivated as they are by a much broader set of moral considerations aimed at wider social harmony - which is to say, give the tykes more money for their ponzi propaganda and recruiting scheme - will keep all this going until they bring Malware down.

Meanwhile, the ABC seems to have just discovered that NZ broadband is better than Australia's. Does this mean that the ABC has been offline for months ...?

And now, speaking as we have been of the way Pauline Hanson is motivated by a much broader set of moral considerations aimed at wider social harmony, no doubt John Anderson will enjoy this David Rowe cartoon, with more fish and chips in Rowe beer batter served up here.



In which the pond digresses with Sharri for a Friday treat ...


Informed Australians will be aware that Quen's is just down the road from Chen's and across the street from When's ...

Okay, as a site littered with tipos, the pond is aware of the dangers of throwing glass stones at wooden doors, but the point surely is that the reptiles expect to get paid by informed Oztralians ...they're supposed to be professionals, but these days, it seems the professionals play at Quen's, wherever that might be ...(yes, it's the apostrophe that got to the pond above all).

Never mind, this day there is no Moorice or Oreo or other shooting star to be seen at the lizard Oz, and anyway, the pond has developed quite a sweet spot for the comedy stylings of Sharri in the Terror on a Friday ...

What better way to wrap up the week?


Look at that joke for starters - who else could make a joke about polly's poll position ...



Sorry, the pond digresses, that's an American thing ...

Luckily the google splash suggested a solid set of informative Sharri insights ...


And sure enough Sharri got right to the heart of matters straightaway ...


Confusion thanks to the reptiles of the lizard Oz's dreaded pretty polling?

The pond can't imagine why the poll matters that much. And there doesn't seem to be that much confusion in the alleged media class of reptiles that infests the lizard Oz.

The message regarding Malware is clear cut this day ...


The Catholic Boys' Daily is in a state of uproar and seething with rage.

Okay, it's time to confess. The pond only runs Sharri because it's aware its demographic, as with the reptiles, skews a little old, and each Friday the pond is able to offer a little visual treat for the older gentleman reader ...


By golly, it's a simple enough trick but if it works for the Terror, then surely it must work for the pond. What's that, the sound of the real Dorothy Parker revolving in her grave?

Never mind, it means that the pond has been able to crop out some of the illustrations that the reptiles felt the need to offer as a distraction from simpleton Sharri's simplistic text ...


Well the pond couldn't leave that illustration out, could it?

Of course he's an inept wolf.

And how else to distract from simpleton Sharri's plea for an alienated base, with the busy voters tending to the clich├ęs of the day and their elderly parents, and then suddenly being confused and conflated by Sharri with a bunch of very well-heeled superannuants from the Toorak branch of the Liberal party (though possibly with a sprinkling from Malvern and South Yarra as well) ...


More here, with active links ...

Still the pond is always pleased to be reminded of the suffering of the super rich ...

As for the Robb report, that was news back in April when the reptiles of Oz made mention of it ...


As for Robb himself, he offered a classic example of why many in the electorate loathe politicians, and why specifically many have a set against the Liberal party ...


More from the lizard Oz by googling, more about Andrew Robb's deep abiding affection for the Chinese Communist party's billionaire sidekicks at the ABC here, with active links ...

Was there a section in the Robb report about pigs with snouts in troughs?

But the pond digresses ... it's back to base camp with Sharri ...


Okay, the pond just had to leave that illustration in, because it illustrates the long ago lost Camelot in which Sharri dwells ... where little Johnny, the former Chairman, and spouses are still a thing ...

It's another fine distraction and digression, made essential somewhere around the point where simple Sharri presents the onion muncher as a policy wonk ...

Strange, the pond seems to remember a different set of policy promises ...


But the pond digresses ... it's back to Sharri's insights ...


Oh no, not Barners. Of course these politicians also have to grapple with the professional activists to be found in the Daily Terror, the lizard Oz, the HUN, the Currish Snail, as they run constant campaigns in the media pandering to the rich and the well-heeled...insatiable demons intent on ruining everything ...

Why, the very notion that Peta would want to leave the Murdochian bosom and work for Barners is risible, but good old Sharri takes it ever so solemnly and seriously ...


Speaking of digressions, Sharri for some reason began to remind the pond of The Diary of a Nobody ... reading Sharri's comedy stylings, the pond began to feel very Pooterish.

This worthy tome is available at Project Gutenberg here ...

November 16.—Woke about twenty times during the night, with terrible thirst. Finished off all the water in the bottle, as well as half that in the jug. Kept dreaming also, that last night’s party was a failure, and that a lot of low people came without invitation, and kept chaffing and throwing things at Mr. Perkupp, till at last I was obliged to hide him in the box-room (which we had just discovered), with a bath-towel over him. It seems absurd now, but it was painfully real in the dream. I had the same dream about a dozen times. 
Carrie annoyed me by saying: “You know champagne never agrees with you.” I told her I had only a couple of glasses of it, having kept myself entirely to port. I added that good champagne hurt nobody, and Lupin told me he had only got it from a traveller as a favour, as that particular brand had been entirely bought up by a West-End club. 
I think I ate too heartily of the “side dishes,” as the waiter called them. I said to Carrie: “I wish I had put those ‘side dishes’ aside.” I repeated this, but Carrie was busy, packing up the teaspoons we had borrowed of Mrs. Cummings for the party. It was just half-past eleven, and I was starting for the office, when Lupin appeared, with a yellow complexion, and said: “Hulloh! Guv., what priced head have you this morning?” I told him he might just as well speak to me in Dutch. He added: “When I woke this morning, my head was as big as Baldwin’s balloon.” On the spur of the moment I said the cleverest thing I think I have ever said; viz.: “Perhaps that accounts for the parashooting pains.” We roared.

But the pond digresses, even if it now wishes it had put its light-hearted Friday Sharri side dish aside ... especially as there's a last gobbet of Sharri to do ...



The good thing is that with their constant whimsical - or in the case of Sharri mindless - speculation is that the man who made the current NBN a thing is in a state of constant torment. 

The bad thing? Well the pond has never warmed to Comrade Bill, and his shameless pandering to the Catholic education recruitment and propaganda ponzi scheme of late has been something shocking and startling to see.

Still, it could be worse, as noted by the pond's preferred Pope, with more papal pronouncements here ...