In which the pond is seduced yet again by the seductive insights of Sharri ...

They keep asking the pond each time the pond attends the Terror website, but surely the answer's obvious.

Run more Sharri, run a shattering Sharri insight each day of the week ... oh and while you're at it, run more apologies for helping fuck Australia's NBN ...

The pond keeds, the pond keeds ...

After being on the NBN fury road, the pond is back on comical track with Sharri ... after all, back in 2014, she was objecting to Paul Bongiorno talking about the NBN being trashed ...

They were all at it, talking up the bastardised NBN, only for the lizards of Oz to discover now that it's badly broken, but the pond isn't bitter ... so it's on with more comical Sharri this new day as a late final pond extra...

Throw in a Rachel if you like, but put Sharri's seductive thinking front and centre and all will be well with the Daily Terror ...

Yes, you may nod ...

Who knows, elderly Terror readers verging on senility, may salivate ... or slaver, or slobber, or drool, or ooze, or squirt, or drip, or leak, or seep, or trickle, or spout, or simply drivel ...

Now it wouldn't be a proper simpering, salivating Sharri piece without Sharri playing the class warfare card, she having been reared in abject, resentful poverty by her gadfly celebrity agent father Max Markson, who never ever left his one bedroom flat in Granville ... except, the pond is told, when he was forced to attend Sharri's traditional Jewish wedding in Bowral, Southern Highlands, to poverty-stricken Sydney investor Chaz Heitner, who has never managed to have two shekels to rub together ...

Indeed, indeed.

The woman whose most notable achievement during a short stint at Cleo was to swear not to mention sex on the front page has no dog in the Israeli matter, and has never got herself into trouble on a junket trip to Israel organised by the NSW Jewish Board of Deputies and others ... so here's an artist's impression of Sharri boiling ...

Oh dear, perhaps the pond should revert to its favourite shot of simpering Sharri ...

... or perhaps a shot of Sharri's traditional Jewish wedding ...

She looks so happy, but now it's back to angry class warfare Sharri finding meaning in her angry, shouty tabloid life ...

Indeed, indeed, and what joy there's no fine line between fear, scare and anger-mongering. Witness this classic demonstration by the skilled Sharri ...

You get heart palpitations as you hear how they’re going to push up the price of cars and electricity with their misguided focus on renewables. Why is Australia still committed to the Paris agreement anyway? You may nod. Turnbull, with his millions of dollars and servants and living in a Harbourside mansion, what does he know about electricity bills? And what about his Budget? It was meant to be lower-taxing with spending restraint, but it’s the opposite. Did you know he was once part of the Labor Party? He should be Labor leader. It’s time for him to go. He doesn’t even understand Menzies’ vision for the Liberal Party. Resign, Prime Minister!

Now around this time, the pond appreciated it might have gone too far in mocking Sharri, so fair's fair ... because the pond, while never watching The Drum, happened to stumble into the kitchen at just the right time to see that it was playing ... and to marvel at this dress ...

WTF? What is that she's wearing?

Before anyone complains, the pond notes that gays may in company use the 'poofter' word, just as blacks might cheerfully call each other by the 'n' word, and so the pond reserves the right to comment on the way that women present themselves in public ...

The pond favours a severe black look ... somewhat like a missionary's daughter, showing signs of being wound tight... but speaking of tight, now it's time to get back to angry Sharri ...

The pond doesn't know who to blame for this relentless bubble-headed psycho babble by a boobie - it seems wrong to blame the good prof and his team at Western Sydney university, but by golly, someone needs to be severely punished ...

By the time the pond reached that Chance the Gardiner "he may yet prevail in the spring" line, it had almost had it with chattering Sharri, but still she rambled on ... though by magic she managed to do a pivot, a throw, a segue to the suffering of Sydney developers ... a matter of key concern to the Terrorists, anxious as they are that their real estate driven business model somehow stay afloat on the back of corrupt developers putting up acres of ticky tack shit likely to last no more than a decade before needing major repairs or being pulled down ...

Scrap the laws rather than fix them, and in fixing them and making them tighter and more effective, thereby stop the disease of property developer corruption that envelops both sides of the political aisle?

The pond's dreaming of course ...

What's funny is the way that the Terrorists routinely seek to provide shelter and excuses for the corrupt ... and suggest watering down or throwing out laws designed to prevent corruption ... corruption being an honourable Sydney tradition since the days of rum and the lash (well at least sodomy was appreciated) ...

Never mind, it's another hit from the author of such classics as ...

... and so for a change of pace, a couple of Wilcox cartoons, with more Wilcox here ...