Friday, December 15, 2017

In which the pond lines up for a hearty Black Knight Stoning ...

 

Of course the pond was overwhelmed by the lizard Oz's saturation coverage of the end of the Royal Commission (hint, there's a single column down on the bottom right hand corner of the digital front page).

As for the rest, somehow it seems that the barking mad Spectator mob have managed to infiltrate the lizard Oz opinion page ...



We've all been there before, with a routine that never gets stale ...


Now the pond had to make a great sacrifice and step around other treats just to get to the Stoning ...


By golly, they can't let it go, can they?

Did prattling Polonius plead with Henry "hole in the bucket and noggin" Ergas to have another go at that dreadful man? No wonder Keating likes to troll the reptiles, they bite like starving carp in a pond ...

But back to the Stoning, and first the pond feels a duty to suggest alternative interesting reading, such as The French Origins of "You Will Not Replace Us", currently outside the New Yorker paywall ...

Mix barking mad French xenophobia with rancid bigotry and you'll always end up with a tasty mix ...

But back to the Stoning - please, no excuses, an alternative link was provided, anyone still here knows what's going to go down ...


It's a lot like Henry "hole in the bucket" Ergas or the black knight or what might be called "cut off nose to spite face" syndrome ...

As a distraction, that led the pond to find a reference to John Heywood's 1562 A Dialogue Conteynyng Prouerbes and Epigrammes:

If there be any, as I hope there be none, 
That would lese [lose] both his eyes to lese his foe one, 
Then fear I there be many, as the world go'th, 
That would lese one eye to lese their foes both.

As for the rest, whenever the pond comes across someone blathering about "the real Australia" and somehow someone being in contact with "the real Australia" while others only know about the unreal Australia, and perhaps live in an unreal state in this unreal Australia, it's a sure sign of classic loon-dom ...

It reminded the pond of Whitman's embracing contradictions and multitudes - anything to escape the Stoning - and the diversity of things that might make up a world ...

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, 
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, 
And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, 
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, 
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, 
And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, 
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels. 
I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots, 
And am stucco'd with quadrupeds and birds all over, 
And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, 
But call any thing back again when I desire it. (the full, lengthy poem here)

Well it might be a tough sell to get a cockie to accept blackberries adorning the parlors of heaven while cluttering up the back paddock, but here's the thing - there are heaps of things in unreal Australia, even a weird Stone indulging in masochistic Stonings ...

And so to the Bennelong stoning ...



Forget the way the Stoning spends time quoting Shanners. That's the way it goes in reptile la la land as they all gather around to drink the kool aid together and share the hate.

More importantly, what to make of this sort of festering Black Knight fear and loathing, this willingness to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory?

It makes the pond feel quite the milksop, milquetoast if you will:


It feels like the onion muncher's sniping, undermining, wrecking and white anting cranked up to 11 ... so much fear and loathing, why it's quite barking mad French fundamentalist homophobe and bigot ...

Is a Stoning now going to be a Friday ritual at the pond?

The pond fervently hopes it isn't. It makes the pond yearn for the days of the cawing Crowe ...now singing the song that there's joy unknown in a mellow tone ...

You see, the Stone is still gathering no moss over at the Spectator, and scribbling this sort of nonsense only a few weeks ago ...  

In effect, our Dis-Con ranks have now been swollen by many of the 4,874,000 No voters. By contrast, these new Dis-Cons have in Abbott a man whose own commitment to their view of marriage is unquestionable. Unlike Turnbull, Abbott would hold them within the Liberal party fold. The conclusion should be obvious. As CoreData chief Andrew Inwood said recently, ‘The data is clear – Australians will vote with their social beliefs, rather than their political beliefs’. So, with that tide of No vote protesters rolling towards it, the Coalition now has only one chance: reversion to Abbott.

Is this sort of yearning for an onion muncher golden age going to keep infesting the lizard Oz?

You lost the fucking vote, you gherkin. The "knighting the duke" man is a dropkick loser. Will you ever get that into your noggin, or is a Stone impervious to water, logic and sense? Is exfoliation the only answer?

Deep breath.

Really, the pond doesn't mind. Anyway the panda bounces is fine by the pond. 

Let the Stones have their wish, let Bennelong topple, and let Malware fall with it, and let there be a general election, and then let's see how unreal Australia votes ... but anyone who thinks that in the real Australia the onion muncher has any chance of returning is actually close to being interned in an unreal loonatic asylum ...

But as long as they cry "bring back the onion muncher", he will retain his place in the pond's banner ...

And so to David Rowe, observing the delicate position of the panda just catching the net. 

Will it fall in play on to court, or will the pond have a chance to air its dis-content about the NBN? (As always, more Rowe here).



2 comments:

  1. So John Stone considers himself "Normal"? I suppose that makes one person in the country who feels that way.

    However, I suggest that Mrs Stone be nominated for Stoic of the Year - nay, the Century. Married to Mr Stone for 63 years? wow.......

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    1. He really is a loud mouthed nonentity isn't he. Another one of those pitiful Rhodes Scholars too. After 25 'nothing to show' years in Treasury, he finally managed to become Treasury Secretary in 1979 - just in time to add absolutely nothing to Fraser's government on its way out. Not in the same boat as Roland Wilson back in the good ol' days.

      And he lasted a mere three years as a senator after brown-nosing Joe Bananas to get the job; he resigned to contest a lower house seat which I'm sure he saw as his well deserved pathway to becoming PM - or at least Treasurer. Naturally, he lost the election and huffed off into condign oblivion.

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