Monday, May 16, 2016

Day 56 of MUC and day 9 of MOC, and it's get that cup of tea ready, it's afternoon Oreo time ...


Poor old bouffant one. He doesn't seem to remember that The Longest Day started in the early hours of 6th June when Allied airborne forces were sent inland behind the beaches ...

Sort of a dawn patrol, which means the dear lad seems to have spent the first week on the road taking part in an allied dawn patrol much like The Dawn Patrol ...

But the pond sympathises. Already, of all the many substantial crimes for which Malware might be tried and found guilty, surely calling on this marathon of suffering is the worst crime of all ...

The bouffant one is feeling the heat and sounding frazzled, and not just because he scribbles how they got D-Day off to a late start, with a G and T at five ...


It's at times like this that the pond reaches for a pick-me-up ...


What a relief. There's at least one reliable reptile willing to fill the day with a heartfelt rant ... and what she wants is more action ...


Now the pond has no idea why the Oreo should have such a sea biscuit set against the good subtopian suburbanites who encroach on rural areas ...

Frankly it sounds like the smug condescension and 'leet sneering the pond has come to associate with insolent inner city 'leets, thanks to the training in class warfare the pond has received at the hands of the Oz reptiles ...

What's wrong with the monotonous urban sprawl of standardised buildings in subtopia they cry, little realising this sterile stagnant landscape is a serious affront to snobs of the Oreo kind, in search of banality, sterility and hollow emptiness of an alienated, alien kind ...

Thus primed, the pond plunged in ... wondering what to do, once suburbs had been trashed as Western civilisation's foundational value of freedom on a quarter acre block ...


Oh dear, it seems the Oreo is a tad nervous, and that explains her resorting to tired abuse of tiresome suburbanites buying into the Billista's class warfare ...

Stupid suburbanites wreathed in subtopia, no one needs your votes anyway ... and certainly not your opinions ...


Oh dear, talk of strong emotions in the suburbs. 

Clearly the pond got it completely wrong, or perhaps the Oreo really just doesn't have a clue as to the dictionary definition of subtopia ...

As for that talk of transitioning to a scientific-technology economy, the pond had to chortle into its porridge, marvelling at the way Optus over the weekend had managed to deliver dial-up speeds ... why ever did we throw away that decade old modem when it would surely have come in handy.

Throw in the decision to sack an abundance of scientists for bringing too much bad news, and it was like a Marx brothers sketch - especially after the Oreo decried ponce language and then came out with that immortal line, "the Coalition must articulate a participation plan for the transition" ...

Talk about prime mover articulation ...

And so to the wrap-up and another spectacular Oreo piece wending its way off to the overflowing digital trash can known as the intertubes ...


Oh wait, we're back with abusing the subtopians, and filling them full of Stepford women ...

"I won't be here when you get back, don't you see? It's going to happen before then. Don't ask me to explain it, I just know. There'll be somebody with my name, and she'll cook and clean like crazy, but she won't take pictures, and she won't be me! She'll - she'll, she'll be like one of those the robots in Disneyland."

There you go, suburbanites, with your strong emotions. A dose of smug condescension from the Oreo will make things right ...

Truth to tell, there's so much confusion there, such an abundance of nonsense, that the pond did't come away thinking of turgidity and moral vacuity, so much as sheer, plain, unvarnished vacuousness ... which is to say, vapid, inane, devoid of expression, substance and meaning ...

Rather like a biscuit ...



11 comments:

  1. Says The Bouffant One: "...like a campaign from the 1960s or 70s when there was an "event" [...] during the day and the evenings were left unmolested..."

    The lizards are always prepared to expound vaingloriously on matters of which they know nothing, or even less: back in the 1960s politicos used such venues as local town halls to expound to the masses who mostly didn't read the daily papers (well the sports section maybe, but nothing much else) and couldn't be preached to on television because it was too expensive for most people and you could only get a crowd about 5 deep around the local electrical shop to watch the 'display' tv in its window.

    So that's how come I got to see Pig Iron Bob in the flesh when he gave a show at my local (Caulfield) Town Hall. In the evening, of course, because most of the working population wasn't home during the day. But Bouffy, being very well placed, wouldn't know that. He'd already have had a colour tv to watch Goofey and Billy by the time his turn came.

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    1. There you go again GB, trying to introduce a reality check to a meandering reptile. They constantly blather about the picket fence, but they can't remember the first thing about the picket fence days ... but don't get the pond started on the nice man with the horse and the fruit and vegies or the meat and milk and bread deliveries to the door ...

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    2. And the ice man, DP, delivering a big block of ice for the ice-chest !

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  2. What's the difference between waffling and being verbose?

    Billy's waffle and Mal's verbosity must be different though, because Jennifer made the distinction. Class warfare?

    Sorry, but this shit is already tedious; thank God for you Dot, I KNOW I couldn't handle this on my own.

    Just wish me luck with my quest to turn the media off whenever I know that the insufferable Mathias Dorkmann is going to speak. He beats Wenny Pong hands-down. Boredom personified!

    The question on everyone's lips....will we survive?
    Bil

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  3. Hey DP, did ya see "Quadrant" the mad aunt in the attic of Australian Conservatism, lost it's Australia Council funding? Apparently it's a Leftist Plot. Surely a right wing mag like that should turn a profit without tax payers dollars?

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    1. Never mind, GH, the Quadrant folks can always get some CIA funding to make up for it.

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quadrant_(magazine)#History

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    2. Yes, thanks GlenH, the pond saw it, and shed a quiet tear - someone in the street mistakenly thought it was a jig of joy - and no doubt you saw Keith Windschuttle rattling the cage of despair ...

      https://quadrant.org.au/opinion/qed/2016/05/australia-councils-revenge/

      It's remarkable how they rage at government grants until said grants are snatched in an untimely fashion from the paw ...

      Perhaps as GB suggests, teh Donald will be able to organise some replacement funding, because the grants mentality always relies on grants ...

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    3. And such nasty reader comments on that blog, DP. Not like the civilised observers we see here!

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  4. The Oreo is right.

    What we need is someone who will get in there and be offensive.

    Nothing else is needed. Forget the economy and foreign relations. Just get the fuck in there and offend the shit out of all and sundry.

    Murdering a few accused criminals wouldn't go astray either. If you're gonna be offensive, you gotta be hard too.

    And if you're gonna be hard, you gotta be a man.

    No time for some soaked through Orea biscuit to get dunked in his milk, if you know what I mean heh heh.

    No sir, just put it right up 'em and fuck the lotta of em.

    See you in Manila! That's where it's at!

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    1. Thank heavens one person understood the Oreo's message and is taking direct action ...

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    2. OREO - Adventures in Writing Camp
      I'm brave! Gonna speak my mind ... If you're going to change the world, you better start with an opinion.

      OREO Opinion Writing
      Double Stuffed!

      Oreo Separation Pump Gun
      It's a basic human desire to destroy an OREO cookie with a pump action crossbow.

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