Day 46, and the pond takes care of its little mates, thanks to the Terrorists ...

(Above: and more apposite Rowe here).


What an astonishing, appalling and mortifying little speech it was.

Someone hands the onion muncher five thousand cash in the paw in an envelope and he has to ring up Bill to find out whether he should give it back.

And then Bill suggests handing it over to the party, because that's the way graft should work.

And then the onion muncher makes a plea for the mining industry to take care of his little mate, as if there aren't enough Martin Fergusons already out there.

Oh sure he put it in nicely flowery language - 'acknowledge and demonstrate gratitude' - but the pond knew what it really meant .. (graudian the story here). As did the idle chatter about a "well-meaning millionaire ..."

That's like the well-meaning SP bookies that used to slip the PMG lads a nice little earner to install ten phones in a room ... ah Tamworth, what a heartbreak town you were ...

And this from a man allegedly given a moral compass in his schooling by the Jesuits, and a man who once aimed at the priesthood.

The pond never much followed the Freudians in the celebrating the way that the subconscious mind could slip out and be terribly revealing, but that little oozing squidlet dropped out into the full view of the world in the context of praising the onion muncher's little mate. It was meant to be sanctimonious and righteous ...

And then his little mate, who infamously traduced Michael Kirby in the most shameful and pathetic way, had the cheek to warn about Asian facilitation culture creeping into Australian politics ... (graudian it here).

Strange, the pond had never thought of the onion muncher and his little mate as being particularly Asian ...

What's even more astonishing with this little episode is the way it just slipped under the radar.

It was taken as being amongst the natural order of things, and was swept under the carpet. Move along, people, nothing to hear here, and the fatuous onion muncher is now off to do a fund raiser in Victoria for good old Kev, leading intellectual on the right, and uplifter of family morals and fatuously meaningless values.

People with a casual, lazy five thousand cash in the paw and in the envelope, do the right thing and slip it to the party. Remember, favours always done, we take care of our little mates ...

And this is the messiah the delcons want to return. No wonder Arthur's still thinking he did the right thing while working at the chop shop, no wonder both sides of the aisle are so insolent ...

Meanwhile, there was sly Malware shooting himself in the mouth - the foot being too easy an option - by preferring all sorts of evasive twists and turns when a simple answer was all that was needed ...

How long did the afterglow last?

Well followers of the Daily Terrorist will have already added these treasured front pages to their collection ...

Well that didn't last long, even for the pandering Terrorists rightly celebrated in the weekly Beast...

Today ...

Now with that introduction, Benson could have gone a couple of ways in terms of movie references ... after all, if we're talking hangovers ...

But the pond has no quibble with the way he went ...

Sweet, dude, sweet ...

Because, you see, instead of an "and then?", "No 'and then'!" (let's not get into that "sweet, what about mine, dude what does mine say, sweet, dude" routine), there is an "and then ..."

Now Benson is the notorious Terrorist recipient of many leaks and thoughts from the onion muncher's office, and this should be taken into his account of the affair, but even so, it's irresistible, and the pond couldn't resist asking the question "and then?"

Sure enough there was an "and then ..."

Well at least the Terror could turn away from hagiography this day, and turn itself back to the negatively geared frenzy, developers rampant, that constitutes a culture in New South Wales these days ...

Good old property. Next time you read the Terrorists on negative gearing, remember where their heart lies ... 

Time then for a bright idea from David Pope, and more Pope here ...

Okay, the pond is up for a Tom Roberts. Does anyone have an envelope with the readies in it?