The pond would rather welcome back Kotter than Miranda the Devine and the rest of the gang of misfits ... and the pond enjoyed Kotter as much as a scientologist enjoys Xenu ...

Yes, more properly formatted Rowe here, and welcome back Malware, to the land where a dinkum rort can remain a splendid rort, and copper and "the Optus HFC the" (it's better in German "die Optus HFC die") a wondrous futurist's vision ...

This Sunday, the pond hopes, in a meditative way, to promote the end of blogging at News Corp, as it welcomes back Miranda the Devine and Xenu.

With the Bolter fled to New Zealand (it could have been worse, it could have been to the new Canada), there are only a few warriors remaining ... and they've taken to twittering to be as offensive as they can ...

Yes, Miranda the Devine is back, and of course you file domestic violence under "entertainment", because there's nothing like domestic violence for heaps of entertaining fun, but sadly the pond has decided that paying attention to a mentally disturbed and deeply unhappy man only rewards him, so it's time to contemplate other Miranda the Devine wonders ...

This ...

... leads to this ...

... which leads to this ...

Now never mind the inherent contradiction right there at the start of a bigot calling Baird crazy for daring to make a point about bigotry.

Anyone not blinded by the sun will note that the real problem is that to get this far, we've suffered a surfeit, an abundance beyond any natural need, of a shot of a simpering Devine...

How much easier, if one wants to hear from a bigot about bigotry, to simply evade the paywall and head off to the blog?

Guys, guys, you see how the business model is being affected by this infernal connection to yesterday's form of the full to overflowing intertubes?

It's actually more attractive to head off to the blog, because the head shot disappears from view, and the natural bigotry can appear unvarnished and ungarnished.

As for the actual contents, it's the usual thing to be expected from a bigot, disclaiming bigotry while lathering up a Lathamite amount of angry bigotry of the usual bigoted kind.

It's hardly surprising that the sanctimonious Premier got a whiff of the prejudice and bigotry doing the rounds ... having spent time in the company of the News Corp gang ...

As for the bigots and their bigotry, in recent times it has taken on a refined form. 

Not just doing the usual round of Islamic bashing - you know, citing a criminal as representing a community, in the same way that Ned Kelly once was seen as a symbol of all that was wrong with the Irish.

The new form of pro-active bigotry was summarised last year by the Bolter republishing Sheehan and others ...

But the bigoted Devine was also in on that game ...

Oh sheesh, guys, that photo's a total shocker. Staring into that for longer than a nanosecond is likely to induce convulsions. Do you have anything else from the library that might provide a change of pace? If we're going to have bigoted discussions on how to discriminate in a bigoted way, can we have a new mug shot? Or you'll find a lot of folks skipping the paywall to head off to the blog to read ...

Today, in the cradle of Christianity, Christians are persecuted out of existence, not that you hear much about that in the media.

Indeed, indeed.

Today, in the cradle of Islam, sundry forms of Islamism are persecuted out of existence, not that you hear much about that in the media.

Today, in the cradle of News Corp, ordinary moderate Islamics are compared to vile rapists, because that's what you do when you're a bigot ...

But speaking of a change of pace, the pond would like to indulge in a very rare treat, a psephologist on a Sunday morning ...

Who wouldn't be intrigued by this splash by the dog botherer?

That's up there with Chance the gardener. The PM could regret rejecting an early poll, but a late poll might cause regret for Bill Shorten.

What does it all mean?

Well, it's the reptiles at last beginning to warm to the task of persuading Labor to dump Bill Shorten.

Chance the dog botherer takes the long way around the garden, peeing on sundry plants in the process, but eventually he gets there ...

Who else could start out with a dire prediction of a costly mistake? Only to contradict himself within the very same sentence?

All that to establish zip, nada, nothing. 

It's like a sparrow farting into the breeze, all that dog botherer verbiage, but that's the lot of the busy psephologist. 

Now to the real job at hand, which is to incite an ides of March ...

Of course counterintuitively, the complicated and entirely useless new mechanism for electing a Labor leader means switching leaders isn't as easy as it might once have been ... 

What a poisoned chalice that was. Why anybody that clever must be ready to run the world ...

As for the other proposal - that Shorten improve his ratings - it might be easier to urge Arthur Calwell to lose his gravel-voice and turn himself into a winner.

Shorten's only hope is that Malware and his team fuck up in assorted ways ... but in these glorious times, when the reptiles anxiously seek to pre-empt any finding that pulling down $200,000 for a hundred hours of work might not be a rort, but just business as usual, the pond is expecting business to continue ... as usual.

ICAC and Arthur Sinodinos silent on claims he has been 'cleared', you might read, but in the eyes of certain reptiles, $200k for a 100 hours of board warming is just a decent way to make a living ...

Finally, it would be remiss of the pond not to note that other unemployable politician - what a fine example he provides to the budgie smuggling wall puncher - was also out and about doing his thing for the reptiles ...

Indeed, indeed. That sent the pond scuttling back to this little outburst ...

Well, there's a lot more here, but that's more than enough bigotry and nonsense for what should have been a meditative Sunday.

How long will it take for the wall puncher to realise his natural home is as a blogger for News Corp?

Time for a therapeutic scream with Moir and Malware - more Moir here - and thanks again for that HFC Mal, each day it makes the pond's day ...