Monday, July 03, 2017

In which the pond perversely ignores new real coal to spend time in Mosman and tip the hat to petulant Peta ...


Before settling down to some serious, insightful reading to start the week, the pond always likes to check up on the general state of the reptiles in the herpetarium.

The good news is that they're in a state of bliss, with dinkum Aussie coal, coal, coal, oi, oi, oi, front and centre, and Lloydie writing yet another love letter to coal ...


Ah yes, new generation coal plants using new clean real coal ...grow some decently black coal balls and all will be well ...

Meanwhile, the Terrorists are still true blue dinkumly predictable ...


Little Timmie Bleagh, a Werribee lad of course - greetings Werribee dwellers - earned his peer-reviewed stripes as one of the world's great climate scientists by working on the Truth newspaper, sinking from cadet to editorship on the rag ...


Ah what a newspaper it was, and as for that page three exposition of the state of the art climate science and titillating revelations about gravity ... 

Of course little Timmie did his post-graduate science working on Sports Illustrated, which explains why he's such an expert in the weather ...

Meanwhile, the Bolter is at it again, though strangely now it seems both Malware and the onion muncher are right to hate each other's guts ...

Given this wealth, it seems petulant and perverse of the pond to head elsewhere this Monday, but such, Ned Kelly and Joseph Furphy observed, is life, and there's an urgent message from the heart and soul of the Liberal party ...


This sounds terrifying, at least as terrifying as anything the onion muncher has said in recent days ... please, do go on ...


"For my liking."

The pond hopes that this was typed with pursed lips and a frown. Frankly young people these days are a bit too free and easy for the pond's liking ... indeed, there's not much to the pond's liking. The pond has it in for pretty much everything, given the way that things aren't going enough the pond's way, for the pond's liking ...

But before we go on with the pursed lips and the frowning and the sighing, could we name names, provide examples ...


Say what? Holly Hughes? Not her over jolly Jim?


Not the notorious, deviant lesbian performance artist and feminist painter?

Oh wait, that was just a typo, the pond sees that it's actually Hollie Hughes, who presents herself on Twitter as a Moree mum ...

The pond is shocked, startled, appalled ...who is this woman celebrated in the Moree Champion?

How dare she run for parliament in the guise of some bloody bush woman ... what's that, even worse she's a whistleblower who rang alarm bells about the use of slush funds and illegal donations ...

Really? And up against gentleman Jim "barking mad but with heaps of medals" Moran? Really? Where has the pond heard this sort of idle talk before?


And so to an explanation for those who might be wondering who exactly Carolyn Reid is, and why she was given space in the lizard Oz to moan and whine and carry on ...


Ah she's from Mosman, don't ya know ...

No wonder she wanted that dreadful woman to stay in the bush with her quaint rustic ideas. Definitely not to the pond's liking (yes, the lips were pursed, the brow was frowned).

Hmm, have we been there before?



And so to other important news today ... and for those who dare to question the pond's choice, the Oz editor clearly felt that petulant Peta had a more important message than Christ ...


With the Oreo and Jesus relegated to second, naturally the pond had to pay attention to petulant Peta ... especially as the pond had already savoured the delights of the Oreo this day ...

You see, petulant Peta is now in campaigning mode ...


Ah, the pond has been there before. Not everything needs to be an Oreo to give delight...


And so to petulant Peta rallying the troops ...


Danger Will Robinson.

Too many MPs end up solitary and alone, with people walking by, or leaving the candidate standing alone, somewhere near but not quite in Mosman...



Don't let this happen to you.

Heed the wise words of petulant Peta, the woman most responsible for getting the onion muncher to this important stage in his singular career ...


Barking mad, n'est-ce pas?

It's rather like some crazy general ordering the troops over the top, into the Turkish machine gun fire, while back in the officers' mess they're planning the battle order ...


Well at least that allows the pond to link to Moir's Twitter feed here, where originals and signed copies are for sale ... by golly, everyone needs a wrecker in their lives ...




3 comments:

  1. When they start senselessly formicating like this, it's just bleedin' bloody obvious they're in trouble.

    The Liberal Party is just one great big noisy anecdoche.

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  2. Those Moir toons are priceless. The Le Livre one is just as good.... but the nation builder with fully bandaged hand is brilliant.
    Seems the back bench is getting a bit Bolshie...what!.....and what is Caroline Reid on about? Hasn't she heard of anti-depressants?
    Really, anyone that thinks General Jim, the iconic Slim Pickens of Australian peace and harmony is a political asset is totally in need of some type of pharmaceutical help.

    And can someone find the phone records between the acid queen and manifesto man for the last 12 months. I can smell them.Cheers.

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  3. Talk about the barking mad. I saw Sky's Paul Murray on media watch and the man was frothing. Frothing I tell you.

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