Sunday, October 28, 2018

In which the pond does a little bait and switch for a meditative Sunday ...

 

Sorry, it's an old reptile trick, bait and switch …though it's strange how the mind can play tricks.

At first the pond thought of wandering down the path of the gender wars with Dame Slap and the angelic Shanners, but then the pond began to wander back to the time when female authors had to pretend to be male to get published.

Why, Dame Slap might have been published under her name George Eliot Albrechtsen, or GEA, as she fondly was known to her unknowing readers, while the angelic one might have taken the name of Ellis Bell Shanahan, or perhaps, who knows, Currer Bell Shanahan, or Action Bell Shanahan, or ...who knows ... even Dennis Shanahan.

As Charlotte Bronte is reported to have once observed:

Averse to personal publicity, we veiled our own names under those of Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell; the ambiguous choice being dictated by a sort of conscientious scruple at assuming Christian names positively masculine, while we did not like to declare ourselves women, because — without at that time suspecting that our mode of writing and thinking was not what is called “feminine” – we had a vague impression that authoresses are liable to be looked on with prejudice; we had noticed how critics sometimes use for their chastisement the weapon of personality, and for their reward, a flattery, which is not true praise. (found here).

Oh gender’s a funny thing no doubt about it - talk to those hermaphrodite slugs and snails - and no doubt Dame Slap and the angelic one are as keen to ban TG folk as The Donald, but the pond's mind did wander ..

In olden, golden times on a meditative Sunday, the pond would usually turn to the angry Sydney Anglicans for a tirade against Halloween (well fair dibs, complimentary women and gay folk, await your turn). But of late they seem to be agitated about those damned greenies …


Sorry, more bait and switch - anyone mad enough to want to read it can easily find it - though it's pleasing to see that angry Sydney Anglicans must be devoted readers of the reptiles …

And here's a little more bait and switch …

 

Dammit, how could the pond avoid the striking unity between Dame Groan and the angry Sydney Anglicans over those damned theological greenies?

And then there's yet another far right hate crime unfolding, but that's just another day in the Donald's United States ...

The thing is, there's no point doing bait and switch without a switch, and the pond decided it would devote its day to meditating on the state of politics, and who better a guide than the man who helped ruin Iraq and bring down Malware the first time around with Utegate and good old Godwin Grech …


 

Why did the pond find this intrinsically funny?

Well of course the dog botherer doesn't want ScoMo to be his own man, the dog botherer wants ScoMo to be his man, and follow his ideas, and we know what that's produced in the past. Advise on, noble dog botherer ...


Please, be patient, the dog botherer's agenda is coming ...


There, you see … soon enough the dog botherer's climate science denialist agenda will intrude into almost anything he scribbles.

What unwise soul could have doubted it? Why forsooth we must leave Paris immediately and deny all that wretched greenie theology that so alarms the angry Sydney Anglicans …

Can a mention of virtue-signalling be far behind? Oh enduring land of the endless reptile cliché and verbal tic, make it so ...



Indeed, indeed, the failure to adopt the dog botherer's climate science denialism explains so much, together with the refusal to embrace the rest of his wondrous agenda ...



Well speaking of robust battles to come, why not a cartoon?


But wait there's more. The suspiciously named Dennis Shanahan was also scribbling this day …


Ah, so he too had gender-free advice on the agenda ...



Oh dear, not comrade Bill, that sounds grim, please, let's get on with the agenda … the pond promises it's completely forgotten those unkind jibes done by the Crikey folk way back when …


Comical Ali? That's probably a reference only a minor war criminal like the dog botherer would remember, please, oddly named bouffant one, get on with the agenda ...


By golly, at the end of all that the pond began to feel like those proverbial folk confronted with an elephant …


But never fear, unity and a board church is the cry, and that great unifier, the onion muncher, must be regurgitated again by our very own Comical Ali … here no wrecking, sniping or undermining, no undermining, sniping or wrecking here ...


Thank the long absent lord that ScoMo is being pragmatic on the matter of climate science, a dangerous theology at the best of times … and now please allow the bouffant one to assure Australia that its policy agenda will be set by angry white males over 50 residing in Queensland ...


Release the onion muncher! Deploy the onion muncher! Send in the onion muncher is the cry! Arise Queenslanders, rally around the onion muncher! 

That'll ensure a broad church … about as broad as the angry Sydney Anglicans …

Time for another cartoon, and more Wilcox  can be found here


Finally a theological Sunday is never good without a heretic to hiss and boo. Come on down oscillating fan …


But how and why did the OF end up on the pond, when these days he seems to be a fixture on their ABC? Well, he scored a Krygsman, and that guarantees him cult status in reptile eyes ...



Dear sweet long absent lord, no pity for the mutton Dutton? 

Why this is a dangerous heresy, almost up there with the dangers that Halloween poses for the innocent children anxious to ruin their teeth and their souls … or perhaps the dangers that climate science, that dangerous theology, poses to the planet ...


As usual, the pond must quibble. Surely the onion muncher - who has endured in the pond forever - must be celebrated, surely he can return as the best opposition leader politics have ever seen. Surely his rising from the ashes will allow a new generation of carping, whining far right ratbaggery of the dog bothering kind …

Surely the oscillating fan will look forward to this bright future rather than dwelling on the ancient past? Who on earth would return to the Fraser years? Surely he knows the answer is to send the onion muncher to Queensland to appeal to elderly angry white males?


They know a fraud when they see one? Go tell that to devotees of the Donald, including that gender-switching Dame Slap, amongst the first down under to dance in the street to celebrate sweet victory while wearing a MAGA hat …

As for recognising a fraud, Wilcox had a cartoon about that too …



And that's way more than enough bait and switch for a meditative Sunday ...

2 comments:

  1. GEM seem to have bought up the Ealing Studios backload. Shiralee is the best.

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  2. Shanahan the man: "Howard, who campaigned strongly in Wentworth .."

    Oh yeah, DP, that's a public show of Comical Ali-ness all right. And yes, we might have forgotten his monicker, but we do remember Ali. And so does Trump, I reckon.

    But perhaps we should really memorialise John Winston for that one great act - in a "broad church" somewhere - of appointing a person who it seems had no objections to priests and teachers engaging in sexual abuse of minors, as Governor-General of Australia. Verily, even that other total loser Stanley M Bruce didn't do that. So I guess Howard is out there on his own as the very worst PM Australia has ever suffered.

    Osc Fanny: "...Howard didn't have the leadership thrust on him too early ..."

    No ? But he did have a leadership spill thrust on him way back in May 1989 when Peacock took over the Liberal party leadership by 44 votes to 27 - and subsequently lost the 1990 election to Hawke, yet again. So Peacock resigned and Hewson took over, only to lose the 1993 election to Keating.

    Them Libturds really don't perform very well in the leadership selection stakes, do they.

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