'M' word man shows no caution, but plenty of bigotry, paranoia and bile, and the pond wouldn't have it any other way ... because Moorice is a dish best served cold ...

Be still, beating heart.

With that offering, the first two exciting legs are in ... even though the pond never ever bets on the horses, and shows absolutely no interest in the nags, could this be the day of the perfect trifecta?

It is, it is ... soul clap hands with glee, all the pond's favourite horses are in epic form, their reptile profile cunningly disguised by their equine splendour.

But what a choice, requiring either the Judgment of Solomon or Sophie's choice.

There was of course only one answer. 

When the world's greatest climate scientist steps up to the plate, and sorts out Islamics, the pond must bow, scrape and defer ...

Who better to produce harmony in the competing religions and harmony in the land? Please, Moorice, show the world and doubting pond readers how it's done ...

Splendid, splendid stuff, and it produced a most astute two line summary in the comments section ...

Indeed, indeed. The pond couldn't have put it better itself.

Oh sure, a silly counter-commenter came along bleating about teh atheists, but they simply failed to understand Moorice's fundamental point.

It is beyond satire. Moorice is beyond satire, an impregnable lump of biogtry and prejudice, as fundamentalist as any Islamic fundie and as barking mad ...

But he sings the siren song of the pond.

He's rightly earned his pre-eminence. Everything he writes is filled to the brim with the righteousness of authoritative scripture, and so the pond read on, entranced ...

Tremendous, remarkable stuff. It shows why the loss of Tony Abbott was such a devastating blow to domestic harmony, and why his chief business advisor is still in mourning ...

Naturally there were those in the comments section who understood ...

Naturally the pond was tempted to try out a few amendments ...

With Moorice, you are dealing with one great paranoid bigoted delusion. That Tony Abbott is the actual word of the Lord of the world, God. So, the question is how do rational people find a common ground for discussion with the delusional when their point of reference always ends with what the "man in exile" tells them to do.

With Xianity, you are dealing with one great delusion. That the bible is the actual word of the Lord of the world, God. So, the question is how do rational people find a common ground for discussion with the delusional when their point of reference always ends with what the "man in the book" tells them to do.

Of course we could have done it for Scientologists and Hindus and so on and so forth, but in the end nothing the pond could offer up would match the infinite wit and wisdom of Moorice.

The pond has only one technical point, where Moorice suggests that the new testament does not exhort Christians to behead non-believers.

Now it's true that beheading is only one form of death favoured by Christianity - stoning was always accepted as a charitable and kindly way to kill, and who could argue with an Xian over that ... but it has to be said that death was freely prescribed as a way to deal with all sorts, with a bonus offering of an eternity of hellfire ...

That little burst in the New Testament comes in Acts, 3:22, and refers back to Deuteronomy. There are plenty of other examples of new testament heroes endorsing the old testament, and all its brutal ways, but the pond suspects that Moorice is something of a Trump style Xian, you know 2 Corinthians two too too hard ....

The pond always loved this particular injunction in Romans ...

Yes, the next time a disobedient child fronts the kitchen counter demanding a treat, and they refuse to bugger off, remind them that those disobedient to parents are WORTHY OF DEATH ...

As always, the pond acknowledges the Skeptic's Annotated Bible as its shorthand way of finding many of its biblical treats. The pond once read it from cover to cover, including all the begats, but there's a time to put away childish things and have fun ...

But nothing compares to the fun that can be had reading the reptiles, thanks be unto Moorice ... who always brings to mind the pond's favourite film ...