In which Dame Slap bashes the bashers while bashing away ...

Wednesday is always a good Wednesday - oh please, no, not the cornfield, and please don't mention the UN conspiracy using climate science to introduce world government - but before we move on to what is mainly a duty of diligence ... part of the ongoing contemplation of Dame Slap's insights, the pond would like to pause to honour the original real Dorothy Parker.

Lately there's been a revival of interest in the real Dorothy - as this April review of assorted books in the NYRB (outside the paywall for the moment) demonstrates here.

It reminded the pond of perhaps one of the most prescient of the real Dorothy's poems.

Razors pain you;

Rivers are damp;

Acids stain you;

And Oz lizards cause mental cramp;

Guns aren't lawful;

Nooses give;

Gas smells awful;

You might as well read Dame Slap ...

But after being primed for the read, it turned out to be a disappointment, a regurgitation of the thoughts of another, with bonus familiar oodles of bank love of the Dame Slap kind...

Even so, it's admirable for its multi-faceted hues, because it really bashes bashers of the big banks while at the same time reserving the admirable right to bash the big banks, but not too much mind, and not in a way that would result in anything happening or any changes being made. 

When happy snouts are deep in trough, why fiddle with snouts or trough?

Yes it's excellent sport, bashing the banks, while deploring idle greenie wretches and Nick X and such like riff raff for daring to bash the banks, and it reminded the pond of its favourite monolith ...

But after a few more feints, surely the time will come when it's necessary to explain how everything's for the best in the banking world, and psst, get agitated about the unions, huge monoliths with growing power.

Yes, there's nothing wrong with a bit of union bashing, nor come to think of it a star chamber designed to produce political propaganda:

Indeed, indeed, and thank the long absent lord we've not seen a publicity hungry star chamber into the union movement in this country, its findings laid out for exploitation by politicians ...

And so to the final chapter of let the banks run wild and free ...

The pond was almost moved to tears at the plight of the long-suffering big four.  

Why the CBA has been right at the front of the suffering ...

You can read that tale of endless woe and suffering at Fairfax here ... thank heavens they always take care of their customers at the expense of their shareholders, and all those malicious tales about bank misdeeds are just outrageous, sordid, common gossip recycled by anti-capitalist do gooders ...

Well it was just a fair average Dame Slap - the pond has been to this well many times before, and it's likely there will be many more times ahead in this difficult time for the big end of town ...

That Crikey story was back in 2008 and was available here, and it licenses punters to indulge in a broad grin, or even a rich smirk, the next time they read Dame Slap railing about special interests and inner city 'leets and all the rest of the windy reptile rhetoric that befogs the lizards of Oz like an Andy Warhol movie about the Empire State building... while humbly pocketing the loot and making out and off like bandits ...

The fog only lifts when you stop reading Dame Slap, or spend eight hours watching the movie, whichever comes first ...

And so to a Pope, with the papal envoy yet to put the banks on his sporting calendar here ...