In which the crisis in Western Civilisation continues, but moves to the land of the crow eaters ...

As the pond noted this morning, it seems the crisis in Western Civilisation has been averted at the ANU, and all is well …

But then the pond was terribly distressed to discover that the crisis in Western Civilisation continues at the completely clueless Flinders University …

The pond can testify personally to the complete uselessness of a Flinders education - in fact it blames the place for the scheduling error on the pond this day, so completely does the befogging and the befuddling continue in the pond's noggin …

Ah Brian Medlin, those were the days … but enough of taking charge of the VC's office in honour of the VC, it's on with the current crisis, and as can be seen, the crisis has been honoured with the cult blessing of a Lobbecke, so that attention might be paid, and in due course, the pond might become the compleat compendium of the ongoing crisis …

How quickly nature falls into revolt

When gold becomes her object

For this the foolish over-careful fathers 

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,

Their bones with industry ...

It was good of the reptiles to slip in that image, to remind us of the dream the reptiles are fighting for, little Johnny's dreaming, little Johnny's vision of Western Civilisation, the kind of Western Civilisation that Australia helped export to Vietnam, thanks to Ming the Merciless's dreaming … ah Brian Medlin, where are you now, with the barbarians at the gate ...

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas ...

Indeed, indeed, he that wants money, means and content is without three good friends.

Take heed, be wary how you place your words

Talk like the vulgar sort of market men

Or meretricious little Johnny politicians

That come to gather money for their corn ...

Oh wait, that's not right, this suits the purpose better ...

Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets

But gold that's put to use more gold begets

Well, the pond hopes this plaintive plea will soon see the crisis in Western Civilisation fixed at Flinders University, though nothing much can be done for the brutalist architecture perched on a wind-swept hill …but will the eastern states wretches shower the state with their wealth, or will they carry on in the usual vile eastern stater way?

For bounty, that makes gods, does still mar men,

My dearest prof, bless'd, to be most accursed

Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunes,

Are made thy chief afflictions. Alas, kind prof!

And now as a different kind of crisis afflicts Western Civilisation elsewhere, a few cartoons …