Day 28, and it's time for a break and an Oreo ...

The pond went off to the fish markets on the weekend - we like to present the odd Anglo face so that any passing member of the commentariat won't faint at the sight of the Asian invasion -  and came across a familiar sight, shoes dangling from power lines, hanging by their laces ...

Now possibly this could have been a tribute to that great movie Wag the Dog, and 'good old shoe', but the odds tell the pond that Sydney's mean streets aren't infested by movie buffs.

Rather it was yet another enactment of a scene the pond has seen live - the removal of shoes by bullies, and their tossing of the shoes over the line, as some hapless child is given a reminder of their place in life.

Now the pond only mentions this to place in context an important rant by a member of the Oreo biscuit family in this day's lizard Oz ...

Yes, yes, the Marxists are everywhere, and no doubt explain those sneakers on the power lines ...

People frequently wonder why the Oreo is so important, and the pond has to remind them that the Oreo is a very important person, even if it's the Oreo explaining self-importantly her importance ...

Indeed, indeed, that's the syllabi for Marxist spotting.

The pond hastens to add that the Oreo is the recipient of heartfelt, enthusiastic fan letters ...

Indeed, indeed, good old shoe and the suffering angry white male and the neo-Marxists and so forth and etc, and the pond only leads with this to remind stray readers who haven't seen them before of how they are blessed when the Oreo wishes dire warnings.

And so on to a bout of Marxist spotting, hallowed be Helen Lovejoy's name:

What to say? Where to begin? Mention Freud again?

Not likely, because it's well known that Marxist Jews are intent on controlling the world through the banking system, the British Royal family and the United Nations ...

Perhaps it's just better to enjoy the delicious Oreo in full featherless flapdoodle flight.

Where to begin?

Well perhaps with that bit about youngsters indulging in masturbation.

As the mighty Ted Crduze once said, There is no substantive-due-process right to stimulate one’s genitals for non-medical purposes unrelated to procreation or outside of an interpersonal relationship (yes it's there in Mother Jones and in Vanity Fair and all over the bloody internet).

But perhaps it might be better to wonder why, if things are so bad for kids in relation to formal schooling, that parents don't get involved, instead of simply relying on the education system, which will only introduce them to deviant, perverted Marxist thinking. You know, sit down and do some actual remedial classes - in the way the pond's mother once tortured the pond about spelling - instead of worrying about the messianic delusions of an Oreo proclaiming that neo-Marxism is about to ruin the world.

Maybe at the same time they should let the kids have a quiet wank, without too much over-bearing guilt or Cruzian trauma, and then let them return focussed and refreshed to their studies, and explain along the way that throwing shoes over power lines isn't particularly funny or clever ...

Of course this might make an Oreo blush ... it seems bare might be a problem ... but let's face it, there's nothing like hedonistic pleasures to make anyone's day ...

Now the pond believes it's important to do things right ...

We told you the Oreo was important, we showed the Oreo importance in action, and now it behooves the pond to remind you that you have read an important Oreo message, one you would never find in the Graudian ...

Please, don't thank the pond, just tuck in ...