In which the Oreo and the Caterist make a wholesome meal of coal and feminism for the Monday eating ...

Some might detect a certain Black Knight quality to the Oreo piece in today's Oz, but it comes as the great Satanist marches amongst the reptiles, creating havoc, chaos, despair and utter ruin …

 

O hideous spectacle, O devious Satan, but see how Black Knight Oreo rushes to the rescue with her story about how Banks' defection (in the old days they used possessives) helps the Coalition …

Of course the Oreo's savaging of a woman comes only a week after the pond was advised of the Oreo's early inclination to feminism …

Amazing indeed, andy poignant, though it confirms a pond thesis, once illustrated by Christopher Pearson, who moved from sublime ease from chanting for Pol Pot to chanting the Latin mass. 

For certain kinds of extremists and fundamentalists, it doesn't matter what the nature of the particular brand of extremism on offer involves, rather it's the certainty that the brand provides. 

From feminist extremism to denouncing wets in the lizard Oz? It's an easy enough jog for a certain kind of mindset …and so there's no sweat involved in moving from the Dworkinish inspiration of this …

… to this, with bonus hideous Lobbecke caricature guaranteeing the piece's cult status (remember, always throw in a lipstick reference when dealing with women. It's the sort of caricature a Dworkin would love) …

The pond should probably talk about the matter at hand …

…but there's more Golding here, and besides the pond was entranced to learn of the Oreo's past, and just wanted to acknowledge other researchers in the field, and their findings …

Yes, the Oreo scored the right to do an introduction to a collection of feminist tracts, but there is also at least one recorded publication …

Sadly the introduction to assorted feminist declarations isn't easy to find, but the pond should acknowledge the help of the pond's astute readership, David Donaldson's tweet here, and best of all, for gluttons for punishment, a pdf of the Oreo's academic paper, here - direct link, so it will download automatically. Oh it's a sexual identity politics treat, it is, it is ...

Now where was the pond? 

Ah that's right, off with the Oreo pounding away at a woman who dared to be wet … and what do you know, marvel of marvel and perhaps just to please David Donaldson, "identity politics" turns up in the first line of the next gobbet ...

What a hoot it all is, and the pond was initially a little hesitant to offer this recipe, as it suggests just how mad American cuisine has become …

But those in search of an early heart attack can go here, while the pond devours the final Oreo gobbet for the day, and what a succulent treat it is ...

What is it about extremists? Well, they always like to elevate the stakes to the apocalyptic. So a couple of dubious bills are suddenly elevated to blather about "essential to the future of freedom and civilisation in Australia" …

It would be easy to blame Dworkin, but actually the pond blames the shape-shifting Oreo …

What a desperately cynical situation she's got herself in. She's boxed herself in to a form of professional hysteria from which there's no easy way out … but then where would extremists be without the apocalypse and possibly the rapture just around the corner?

Speaking of professional cynicism, the Caterist was in good form as well this day …

Naturally the pond has a solution to hapless workers sure to lose out and face dole queues, as a punishment for anyone daring to do something about climate science, and for those refusing to kneel at the altar and worship dinkum clean true blue Oz coal, oi, oi, oi, and the Holy Ghost of Adani…

Let them eat cake, or let all of them get a grant from the department of finance …

What's that, only Canberra 'leets score that sort of cash in the paw?

Never mind, the thing is, here we've moved from one form of extremism to another even more childish variety. 

It used to be the fashion in the bush to sit around the fire at night and the oldies would tell yarns about ghosts and goblins and such like, frequently with an Irish tinge (though the Germans could match them easily). There was no television, so it was an easy form of entertainment, especially with the lights off, a few candles and the flickering fire light. 

Thoughts of boogymen, and monsters came easily to mind, and doubtless, in the Caterist household, there were grim tales of how millions became unemployed in the great depression because they dared to vote for Comrade Bill and the Labor party … (and no, of course capitalism didn't have anything to do with the Great Depression … at meal time, the talk in the Caterist household would be of the glories of capitalism, but when in doubt the family would join hands and sing "get a little grant in your hands, boy, get a little grant in your hands, if you want to grow up to be a big big Oz columnist, you gotta get a little grant on your hands").

Of course it's not so much about comrade Bill as the Caterist's deep and abiding affection and yearning for dinkum clean Oz coal, oi, oi, oi, and the Adani mine, which thus far has demonstrated all the tricks of a con artist deploying a shell game, with the employment figures on offer dropping dramatically from week to week, along with the size of the project, and the entire commercial point of the venture.

As Julius used to ask, why is it so? The pond suspects that the Menzies Institute has all sorts of sponsors and connections that at some point will unravel and be revealed by more astute minds than that belonging to the pond…

All the pond can do is settle back by the fireplace and enjoy the tingling feeling of dire apocalyptic thoughts and the imprecations of the preacher ...

A pact with the devil? It's as if the Caterist wants to conform to the pond's caricature … and it goes without saying that all this unfolds in a world where climate science is just a delusion to your average Caterist …

And so to the rest of the boogeyman story ...

Frighteningly? Does anyone, even a believer in the boogeyman, think that a recession would be great for those in managerial and professional posts? 

Well at least those who can't get a helping hand from the government programs already in place …

What a stupid man he is, and how silly are those who sponsor him who think his tales of the boogeyman will swing them to their cause, sheep herded by panic and hysteria in the direction they want …

Didn't the Victorian election provide a teachable moment for any of them?

Well it's a relief to end the Monday diet blow out by reverting to a couple of bulls in a China shop, courtesy of Rowe, with more Rowe here ...