Please, your indulgence is craved, will you allow the pond to take a walk down memory lane in a photo montage?
Visually fatigued yet?
Suffering from eye strain or eye fatigue? Or what the pond in its poncy moments likes to call asthenopia ...
Of course that's just for starters. When the Daily Terror was at the height of its campaign, the photoshopping produced an endless stream of images ...
But wait, there's more, it's still happening to this very day in the Murdochian world, this time amongst the reptiles in the lizard Oz, and what a clever variant it is!
But wait, there's more, it's still happening to this very day in the Murdochian world, this time amongst the reptiles in the lizard Oz, and what a clever variant it is!
Yes, thanks to Janet "Dame Slap" Albrechtsen and Sturt Krygsman, Slipper's now a horny devil dreaming of lost angels ...
Or is that a thorny dragon?
Never mind, like Sturt and Dame Slap we take to heart Chairman Rupert's heartfelt plea:
Hang on, hang on. Not, of course, thorny devils or horny dragons. There's still plenty of time to sink the slipper into Slipper, it's such fun and an endless distraction, delight and joy ...
Of course it's all the fault of Barry Cassidy and the ABC, and Dame Slap is suitably outraged in her spleen-venting spray Our ABC presents the Slipper delusion story (behind the paywall so you never have to care).
As for the cringe-worthy episode of The Slipper Delusion, the real shame is we funded this tosh.
Yes, Slipper is done and dusted and as guilty as hell, and it only remains for the court to decide on a sentence, thanks to the rigour of Dame Slap's prosecution.
She goes on and on about it, ranting and foaming in a flecked way, and we'll leave it to others to wade their way through it as best they can.
There's not much point though, because there's only one conclusion.
Guilty as hell, hang him high, hang him hard, get off my lawn, do you feel lucky punk, and so on and so forth ...
Because after all, you're guilty long before you're proven guilty, and you're always entitled to a fair trial in most Murdoch publications ... so long as you plead guilty. Any other plea can only be construed as a self-serving provocation.
Now where's that black cap? They don't call this site the "hanging pond" for nothing ...
And what a relief not to have to write about weddings, parties, charity rides, ski trips, family travel, attendance at football finals, books and bookshelves, junkets, rorts, and the rest of that tired old jazz.
So yesterday, with all those petulant ratbags trying to smear and demean a great man, and all the rest of the seemly politicians, as if they were out in a field somewhere sniffing at taxpayer-funded truffles...
As always, the best demons are the tried and true demons, and righteous indignation about them is a very convenient way to avoid any indignation about favourite MAMIL pets that might have strayed off the lycra-clad path towards an inviting trough or two ... a wedding here, a charity event there ...
Phew, only two months until the seasonal break and we can take a break from the ABC, and Barry Cassidy, who really should have done a Judge Judy on Slipper, and sent him down in the television trial of the year ...
It would have made Dame Slap's day and been an excellent warm up for Xmas ...
Yes, Slipper is done and dusted and as guilty as hell, and it only remains for the court to decide on a sentence, thanks to the rigour of Dame Slap's prosecution.
She goes on and on about it, ranting and foaming in a flecked way, and we'll leave it to others to wade their way through it as best they can.
There's not much point though, because there's only one conclusion.
Guilty as hell, hang him high, hang him hard, get off my lawn, do you feel lucky punk, and so on and so forth ...
Because after all, you're guilty long before you're proven guilty, and you're always entitled to a fair trial in most Murdoch publications ... so long as you plead guilty. Any other plea can only be construed as a self-serving provocation.
Now where's that black cap? They don't call this site the "hanging pond" for nothing ...
And what a relief not to have to write about weddings, parties, charity rides, ski trips, family travel, attendance at football finals, books and bookshelves, junkets, rorts, and the rest of that tired old jazz.
So yesterday, with all those petulant ratbags trying to smear and demean a great man, and all the rest of the seemly politicians, as if they were out in a field somewhere sniffing at taxpayer-funded truffles...
As always, the best demons are the tried and true demons, and righteous indignation about them is a very convenient way to avoid any indignation about favourite MAMIL pets that might have strayed off the lycra-clad path towards an inviting trough or two ... a wedding here, a charity event there ...
Phew, only two months until the seasonal break and we can take a break from the ABC, and Barry Cassidy, who really should have done a Judge Judy on Slipper, and sent him down in the television trial of the year ...
It would have made Dame Slap's day and been an excellent warm up for Xmas ...
No, there's no real explanation as to why the pond suddenly went juvenile. Might have been something we read, and it has to be acknowledged we do spend a lot of time reading Chairman Rupert's rags ...
What? Suddenly that's a crime?
What? Suddenly that's a crime?
good grief .. drunken trees yesterday and this today. I'm on my way to see an ophthalmologists. http://i.imgur.com/MyU1MDV.jpg
ReplyDeleteAn Ophthalmologists! You need to. You are seeing double.
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