Day 24, and the pond takes a walk amongst the tribal bigots ...

(Above: somebody had to draw it, and it was Moir that drew the short copper straw, and more Moir here).

The pond generally avoids the real world for the thought bubble world of white privilege in which the reptile commentariat dwells.

Miranda the Devine the dis-invited, cold shouldered, moaning about not getting dinner dates with her hard core chums?

A classic tale of suffering and woe ...

There is a real world out there beyond the insulated and the insular, the vicious and the parochial ... as can be read in Deaths in custody: Indigenous children 24 times more likely to be locked up ...(with forced video).

But it's the pond's duty to walk in the path of the ratbag and the casual bigot.

Now with Niki Savva happily having swallowed the kool aid this day ...

Sap confidence? As opposed to being fucked over by a bank sapping confidence?

... but with the kool aid strong, and the muttering and the fretting and the worrying, the pond took the unusual step of looking at a Bolter column.

Well if the pond can do Mark Latham and double down with the Devine, surely the pond can romp through the standard dire bigotry of a Bolter without too much harm ...

Of course there were warning signs even in the Terror splash, recycled from the HUN humbugger.

The very notion that the pond would ever be united with the bigoted Bolter is dangerously stupid.

But in for a penny, in for a bigoted pound and this day it was the Chinese who copped the charge of treason, treachery and disloyalty ...

Now is there any difference between the Bolter and the woman finally, eventually jailed for the 'chink' racist attack on Sydney train and bus? (Nicole Boyle jailed for at least three months for racist tirade across western Sydney).

Well yes, because the Bolter is facilitated by a major newspaper organisation, and so has no need to take to public transport, and he's also a little more nuanced in the way he makes it clear that the Chinese are a dangerous threat to the stability of life down under ...

You see, these Australian Chinese show signs of being dangerous lickspittles, and frankly, if it comes to it, we might have to adopt the solution embraced by Roosevelt in relation to Japanese-American internment.

Now here, since the pond always needs a little light relief and humour, we should pause to marvel at the Bolter deploring the matter of tribalism.

It's almost as if he wanted to confirm the stereotype of the Dutch as prissy, fussy, and utterly lacking in humour (yes, the pond has watched a Dutch sitcom with Dutch folk and marvelled at the phenomenon).

But at least we know which tribe he attaches himself to ... you see, it's four legs pottery and sunflowers good, two legs Sung dynasty pottery bad ... (the pond sticks its flowers in an imitation Sung dynasty vase, and by golly, it's not so bad as a rip, better than a Stairways to Heaven rip proving that the intellectual property rights world is completely fucked).

Back to the spreading of the saucy doubts and racist fears, and the mystery of how a snap of Jon Stanhope got into the story can be solved ...

Note the subtle wording.

"Forming a critical mass" "Doubled" "Some suburbs now resemble colonies."

Put it another way ...

Yes, it's that old, a virulent strain in the country's psyche.

And then, amazingly, just after we've just seen the rascal drooling over Gouda and Delft and sunflowers of the van Gogh kind, comes that idle chat about maintaining culture and links to old homelands.

Followed by the pretence that the Bolter, beating the gong about colonies with divided loyalties, isn't contributing to the explicit racism designed to make some Chinese feel not quite at home ...

But where are the blacks, you ask? Whenever the Bolter gets going with his bigotry, there should surely be blacks ...

What about the Islamics? Surely the Islamics can't be far behind?

Yep, it's a natural progression to move from the Chinese to the Islamic threat ...

Now it takes a particularly spectacular kind of bigot to bemoan bilingual announcements on trams as exemplifying fears of colonisation.

The pond is routinely grateful when travelling abroad for countries that obligingly present public notices, signs and announcements in a variety of languages, including English.

Only the most rabid, ratbag racist bigot would see this as a form of colonisation, even if, it has to be said, the British have been the best at colonisation since the ancient Romans ... why, even the Dutch at the height of their colonial achievements, couldn't match up (though let's give credit to Colonial atrocities explode myth of Dutch tolerance).

But enough of the obligatory Islamic bashing, you say, where are the blacks? There ought to be blacks ...

Well the pond is mortified. There simply isn't enough bigotry about the blacks, simplistic, simple-minded, pitiful jingoism being all the go ...

This might leave people wondering what Australian culture we should be proud of. What should we be taking pride in?

Why, it's simple, you doofus. It's Delft and Gouda pottery, and that fine genus, the Helianthus, and never you mind, that the species comes from North and South America ...

But just to round things out, let's see how the tribal Bolter goes about dealing with the pesky, tricky, criminal blacks ...

You see, that's how to play the tribal card.

Always be aware of the other tribes, such as the Irish-Australian ... and talk of the race industry and besmirch and besmear talkers of truth about what's happening in the real world, removed from the world of sunflowers, and Delft and Gouda pottery.

And then make sublimely offensive follow-up remarks ...

Now it so happens that the pond listened this week to Damien Carrick's Law Report, Shameful statistics: black deaths in custody.

What a dismal, depressing listen it was, compounded by reading the casual, dismissive, bigoted remarks of the Bolter ... who is, it should be noted again, facilitated by News Corp, a notorious tax evader and company reluctant to embrace its obligations to the community in which it makes its money ...

Well at that point, the pond was truly in need of a little light relief, and what better way than a Rowe cartoon - more Rowe here - marvelling at the endeavours of a true child of Joh Bjelke-Petersen and the Queensland LNP ...

Now if the reptiles had their way, Palmer's rise would be blamed on the ABC, but truth to tell, he was LNP all the way, until he got the sulks and stormed off to arrange the sinking of the Titanic all over again ...