In which prattling Polonius leads off the pond's megapond Sunday ...

 

Starting off its meditative Sunday with a serve of prattling Polonius is a recent tradition. In the good old days, the Pellists and the angry Sydney Anglicans held sway, but they fell by the wayside, and so the Polonial era began ... and now, such are the days of our lives and the sand through the hourglass, it continues ...

Note the skilled way that Polonius manages to confuse and conflate conservative Republicans with lovers of the mango Mussolini, and the way that he introduces Obama (they never did solve that mystery of the Kenyan Muslim's birth certificate did they?) 

Note too how pundit Bret is introduced as working for the liberal NY Times, as if that somehow anointed him ...

Note too the way that the head of the Sydney Institute loves to celebrate appalling lovers of the mango Mussolini. Why he'd love to have a beer with them ...

And that's why Polonius is now the pond's Sunday headliner ... why contemplate the infinite mysteries of the universe when you can have a beer with Brett ...

And so in his own indirect Polonial way, there is Polonius standing proudly beside a shill artist, a con man, a carnival barker, and a corrupt lying fraud ... because it's the Polonial way, and let's not have any dripping condescension ...

Say what? The Donald worse than monkey pox? Well that cartoonist is on the Polonial hit list ... as our Polonius continues to establish the Sydney Institute's working class roots. 

No doubt Polonus will shortly announce that the institute will be shifting its shabby pad HG from the heart of Sydney's CBD and twee period building to somewhere in the hinterland ...

Perhaps rent a spot in the heartland out Penrith way where the glasswork is super modern ...

Sorry, more about the thugby leaguers anon; meanwhile, the less well-off and less educated need guidance from the best and the brightest Polonial minds ...

Now just remember to donate a few of your corporate dollars to the struggling Sydney Institute, doing its best to pay the bills for the basics of inner CBD 'leet life Be assured they deeply resent attacks on their beliefs, especially when those bloody inner city 'leets vote in a bunch of greenies, a bad enough dose of vile vegies to bring on an attack of the collywobbles ...

And so to a particular pond pleasure. During its holydays, the pond ignored our Gracie, there being bigger reptile fish to fry in the odd posting, but now the pond can truly indulge ...

Whatever, Gracie, but we'll still have prattling Polonius valiantly defending the mango Mussolini's supporters, and where's the harm in that? After all, he only staged a failed coup, down there with the Beer Hall Putsch. 

If only Polonius had been around to write sympathetically of those suffering Germans who turned enthusiastically to blaming the Jews for their woes, and turned to a great leader, who would give the country autobahns and volks wagons for the folks ... 

Come now Gracie, you're surely not going to respond with a shot of a bunch of yakkers assembled in a chamber ...

Ah, the balanced view, it's the fault of both sides, and both siderism gives you not just the odd coup attempt but a right old blurring of the lines ...

And so to a final gobbet of our Gracie trying to hold it together ...

Um, Gracie, "we must never stop working to avoid it"? 

You do realise you're working for an American company which has done much to foment division and produce the intractable political situation in the US so that the Chairman might rake in billions? And now having foisted a coup-loving con artist on the land, might be ready to move on to the next shonk?

Others can find the links, but what's that blather about spending a mill a day just to keep the President alive? So that's why they had to spend so much on the phones fit-out?

So that's what a million a day will get you ... top notch secrecy ... (WaPo paywall)

As for the rest, poor Gracie, please read prattling Polonius and understand that there are very fine people on both sides, especially the very fine people at Fox, and if one bunch is chanting the Jews will not replace us, the pond, and possibly Polonius, have a few appalling conspiracy theories to help you understand them ...

And so to Dame Slap, but only because the pond has returned to megapond mode, and so must offer a bonus ...

What a classic Dame Slapism form of logic is in that last line, or more to the point, a cheap rhetorical trick. You might as well ask Dame Slap what she would have said if a bunch of white Xian nationalists had been told they were wearing an atheist-themed jersey, though she could probably empathise and point out the extreme distress that Germans experienced watching Jesse Owens in the Olympics. Or her MAGA hero's agitation at the sight of Colin Kaepernick taking the knee ...

Whatever, in fact, if you lined up in parliament as a newly minted secularist MP, you would be forced to listen to the Lord's Prayer.

Orduh, orrdduuh!

Dear sweet long absent Lord, that "for thine is the kingdom yadda yadda" marks it as the Proddie version and for years the pond was warned of eternal hellfire if you said it that way ...

But as the pond discovered when attending Anglican services with an errant mother, you just go along with whatever's the house rules, knowing you're doomed anyway ... and now at times the pond even manages to feel a little nostalgia for those black cowled nuns patrolling the classroom, ruler in hand, like a flock of deeply unhappy penguins ... how else can you be in a Fellini film?

Here the pond must digress.

You see it was a tough call giving the nod to Dame Slap to do her usual line in bigotry this day, when the Angelic one was mounting a good case for socialism, government bounty or at least government booty, and much largesse to breeders ...

Sadly the pond couldn't spend time with the Angelic one or her heartfelt plea for a rich government meal ... and no thanks to Dame Slap had to cut her short, with just a plea for more government gruel ... please, may Loretta have another ...

No, the pond must instead spend time with Dame Slap explaining how a Seventh Day Adventist or perhaps a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (informally known as the missing gold tablets multiple wives church), are the correct and proper way to view the world, and if that means Dame Slap should return to handmaiden's duties in Gilead, the pond is willing to allow it ...

Indeed, indeed, hellfire and eternal damnation is their lot, though Wilcox did offer a suggestion ...

Not likely in Dame Slap's lunchtime, not when there's abuse to be hurled, resentment and anger to be stoked and Christ's injunction to be ignored ...

And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you, and for Christ's sake, what's a fucking jersey, when you all spend your time sniffing bums, exchanging precious bodily fluids, getting fully cut, so that you can wrestle and mudlark in a spectacular homoerotic fantasy land, oh the sight of men's bodies interlocked, and the sweat and the smell and the sniffing of bums and ...

Sorry,  sorry, the bible seemed to get carried away at that point, and the pond can't vouch for the authenticity of the quote.

Instead it's back to more of Dame Slap dishing it out to the queer team and cheering on the god botherers ...

Oh dear, the pond knows the sort, like the Xian that used to sidle up to the pond at work on a daily harassing basis, and explain that redemption and a church service were just around the corner, and wouldn't take no for an answer, but kept banging on about it, and about the dangers of poofters and queers...

Been there and done that ... and the pond was relieved that there was only a final gobbet to go ... even if it didn't mention the right to be free of Dame Slap ...

Oh fucketty fuck, yesterday it was the dog botherer leading off with virtue signalling, and now it's Dame Slap ending with blather about virtue-signalling zealots, and has the cheek to talk of zealotry, when she still hasn't got around to admitting she donned the MAGA cap and strode out into the night to celebrate the triumph of a bigot with white nationalist Xian devotees ...

Dame Slap against zealots? Can a zealot be against zealotry? It was the greatest mystery and the biggest laugh the pond was likely to experience this meditative Sunday.

Luckily after all that, the pond had saved up an infallible Pope so that this Sunday saga could end on a high note by summing up the week outside reptilelandia and life on planet Janet...