In the end, the pond was unable to ignore the siren song of the Caterists, though the subject was the dull and tedious matter of the importance of the rich keeping their super to a suitable level, in keeping with their sense of their importance in the world ...
The pond just knew the defenceless, hapless rich needed a hero for the times, one willing to stand against the progressive hordes and their idle chit chat about that equality which long ago disappeared down the drain...
Oh indeed, indeed, leave the rorts and the perks to one side please, put it in your peripheral vision. It's a most minor mote, and there is simply no point in persecuting the hapless, defenceless rich you snide progressives (yes, all that talk of the filthy rich inner city 'leets squirrelling it away has to take a break so the rage can be maintained) ...
Shame on you Mark Kenny, shame, shame, shame ...
Why don't you learn to do authoritative surveys, Caterist style, so you can announce impregnable results from solid research ...
There's simply no way, Mark Kenny, that the pond can trust you to report on dinner party chat, and what dominates same, not when we have the authoritative word of the Caterists to hand ... after the most extensive survey ever done ... a round robin of Canberra dinner parties by the intrepid Caterist.
Now please, do go on ...
Indeed, indeed, because why take a little when a fair share is such a cruel concept, and the loopholes are only imagined, and are no match for the moral crusading of a proud Menzies crusader riding his horse out to tilt at progressive windmills and defend the hapless, helpless rich ...
And for their reward? Why it's only fair that the crusader scores a handy, healthy hand-out of taxpayer money to assist in the funding of his research centre ... after all, there are many more dinner party chats requiring urgent surveying ...
So life balances itself, and the crusader is allowed to be indignant at the hand that reaps the taxes that funds his centre ...
Which indicates, if nothing else, how clueless are progressives as to how it should be done, and what is the right and appropriate way to solve the problem of social equity ...
Meanwhile, on another planet the feuding Maurice has struck a chord, and the pond continues impatiently to wait for the return of the Messiah ...
Luckily Moir has this day penned a cartoon designed to delight Moorice by mocking Malware's use of map and compass (and more Moir here).
Away, you cruel Machiavellian toff, and let the Messiah return us to the promised land of desert and sand and stones and super tax breaks for the rich.
Sorry Dorothea but I could not read the set text. I think it involved a whole lot of stuff about how important it is to feather bed rich folk so they can trickle down on the rest of us.
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I do not wish to be trickled on anyway. It brings to mind wet patches after nursing an infant or a splat when blessed by a low flying gull.
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You are correct in your reading, I think, Miss pp. And don't worry about the icky trickle down - it's a furphy, as we know, so nothing will drip on you :)
DeleteYes Mish. You are right. There will be no trickles. I will take off my rain bonnet. Anyway I don't need it in my panic room under the bed.
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Trickle-down economics is a bit like putting a hose in a cow's mouth to get yourself a drink of water.
DeleteYou know the water will leak out somewhere eventually, and increasing the volume and pressure of water inside the cow should mean bigger leaks.
Alternatively, the cow might eventually explode and shower you with milk.
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DeleteDP, is there a term for a collective of hysterical males? I know "hysterical" implies gender, but the flapping of Newman, Dean, Cater & Kenny is accompanied by shrieks of "debt & deficit disaster!". I can hear them, now, and I fear one or more of them will be on The Drum tonight.
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Deletetest-terical?
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