Perfidy abounds in an 'anything goes' culture, as Moorice slams the rough Brough, Malware's copper NBN, private education rorters, and chairman Rupert's warped media empire ...

(Above: and more Pope here and on Twitter here).

Usually Friday is a slow day at the pond as the reptiles prepare for their big weekend issue ...

But today there was much to see and do ...

The memesters have been busy ...

... but that referenced a news.com.au story, so the pond moved on, because the rough Brough was producing some splendid ironies for Malware ...

And this ...

... required this ...

Yes, it's always the fault of the regulators, all the rorting and the carry-on, because after all, if you can get away with phone-tapping, why that must surely be the fault of the regulators. It surely doesn't discredit the idea of illegal phone-tapping as a grand industry suited to private competition ...

Or some such thing. So deep in the mire of the rorts and the rip-offs, the hapless reptiles don't have a clue ...

Meanwhile, the pond took a rare walk down the rich business lane wherein the expensive-to-acquire AFR dwells ...

Oh Joanna, Joanna ... here's the thing. The pond is just the work of an eccentric blogger and if the punters don't like the typos and the errors, they can just go away.

But the AFR seeks a premium price for "a whiff of inevitably."

Now the pond loved it, and clapped hands with glee - what a splendid malapropism - but there's a certain inevitability - the pond is unable to avoid or evade or escape the unalterable conclusion - to the notion that you're young.

Please Joanna, the pond blames the education regulators for failing to notice the Murdochian-led education revolution that's been going on these past few years, but the result is that you and your sub make the pond feel it can run up any number of typos in a day, and so anarchy is unleashed on the world ...

But all this is as nothing, just a passing whimsical zephyr in the days of our lives because this very day Moorice has unleashed a withering epistle to the reptiles ... (well who else reads the rag these days?)

Now the pond is aware that this will produce consternation. The world's greatest climate scientist is being distracted from his chosen task by his desire for a strong leader to be lodged back in the Lodge.

Who will stand firm against the flim flam climate scientists trying to pretend that this year has to date been the warmest on record? Lathering up this nonsense in preparation for Paris ...

Abject peasants without a shred of understanding of Moorice's massive intellect, you have once more failed to understand his genius.

See how he gently weaves together his heart-rending tale of terrorists of Islam and climate science terrorists ...

Indeed, indeed. How soft and malleable is Malware ... why he's just like copper piping.

The pond blames the Left intelligentsia, because it's in the interests of secularists and atheists like the pond to join forces with Daesh, so that they might enjoy the pleasantries of a personal beheading.

And so to the obligatory celebration of strong man Tony, and the fiendish conspirators who laughably suggest that climate science might produce some minor matters of occasional concern:

Of course Moorice also contends that there is no credible scientific evidence to support the absurd proposition of anthropogenic climate change. 

Of course this might be a delusion, cloaked in the moral superiority of a delusional ranting old man shouting at clouds, and his love of strong man Tony might exemplify what is wrong with conservatives in Australia, but let us move along quickly to Moorice's stunning conclusion, because the first pars below just about brings it all together in a cosmic apocalypse of cultural chaos:

Actually the pond draws the line at Moorice's ineffable stupidity as the clouds keep on floating by ...

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden ranting Moorice dills;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Presiding on a reptile hot rock proud,

Fluttering and dancing

And shouting at the clouds

Evaporating in the climate science breeze ...

And with that outrageous ravaging of Wordsworth - luckily the sweet man isn't around to see the pond do a Joanna - the pond is pleased to provide evidence from a New York correspondent, transmitted by copper wiring this very morning, that the war on Xmas is heating up in New York, as everyone gears up to celebrate refugees seeking to overcrowd the world by giving birth in a stable when really they should have been fitted with a surveillance tag and shipped back home to be slaughtered. Why strong man Tony himself will tell you Jesus got it wrong!

Oh and the pond apologises for anyone who took seriously that header about Moorice slamming Chairman Rupert and all the others. The pond is practising its click bait skills and there's a whiff of inevitably about what that produces ...