The pond is outraged.
Digging up prattling Polonius in the Saturday edition is getting harder and harder, as if the reptiles recognise they have a tedious old bore, a living fossil, blathering in the wilderness, and the only way to deal with the tedium is to shove him behind the arras to await the sword, or perhaps stick him in the attic, or down in the fruit cellar, because you never know when a light-bulb rattling Norman might come along ...
Digging up prattling Polonius in the Saturday edition is getting harder and harder, as if the reptiles recognise they have a tedious old bore, a living fossil, blathering in the wilderness, and the only way to deal with the tedium is to shove him behind the arras to await the sword, or perhaps stick him in the attic, or down in the fruit cellar, because you never know when a light-bulb rattling Norman might come along ...
Never mind, the pond has done the forensic digging and the exhumation, and is proud to present the prattler, as sure and as numbing a distraction as could be found this Saturday of coups and chaos ...
Here's a confession. Such is the sense of pedantry that prattling Polonius routinely induces in the pond that we googled up Justinian in October 1995 talking of a member of the lunar right of the Liberal party. No doubt Polonius meant to say he invented the term two decades and a year ago ...
As for the rest, it always delights the pond to see a member of the lunar right of the reptile commentariat - so lunar he's kept in the back digital pages - explain how no one in the Senate is in any way lunar.
If anything would guarantee honorary lunar membership, that singular feat seems it, but then it's just another day in Polonius's attempts to make the bizarre and the singular seem dull and tedious and ordinary.
Look, over there, it's the Bolter, but he's not rabid or lunar, he's just a little solar right of the centre ... assuming we may place the solar centre somewhere to the right of Genghis Khan ...
Naturally, when on a roll, Polonius couldn't stop or even slow down, and the argument started to roll off the tongue as trippingly as a speech designed to irritate the hell out of Hamlet ... while celebrating Cory as another solar soul ...
No one in the new parliament deserves the title Lunar Right?
Is barking mad allowed as an evocative description then?
Is barking mad allowed as an evocative description then?
But still it's sublime to conclude that the new parliament is bereft of crazies.
Of course this is the sort of insult up with which the likes of George, Cory, Erica and Pauline will not stand, and the pond anticipates that they won't be able to contain themselves to prove the point that they like to go out and howl in the night air whenever there's a full moon ... or even no moon at all ... which just shows the dangers of a member of the lunar reptile right pontificating about the absence of a lunar political right ...
Of course this is the sort of insult up with which the likes of George, Cory, Erica and Pauline will not stand, and the pond anticipates that they won't be able to contain themselves to prove the point that they like to go out and howl in the night air whenever there's a full moon ... or even no moon at all ... which just shows the dangers of a member of the lunar reptile right pontificating about the absence of a lunar political right ...
When Pauline Hanson seems just like an average right winger to the Sydney Institute, said staid institute might be said to have jumped the shark and nuked the fridge in the most pandering way imaginable ...
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