In which the Oreo makes for a magical case study in paranoia in a Monday surprise ...

The pond has every hope that its readers have been trained, Pavlov's dog style, to salivate at the sound of a bell or the sight of an Oreo ...

Dear sweet long absent lord, that looks so ... American ...

And the Oreo looks so ... Oreo. And whenever the pond is surprised by a Monday Oreo delight, the bell rings loudly ...

Supranational rule, UN, black helicopters, quick, don the tin foil hat, open borders, stoke xenophobia, world edging towards a precipice, hysteria, fear, loathing, Muslims, internationalism, eek, shriek, quick, hide under the bed, it's never been this way before ...

And that's just the splashes. Already the pond was ducking for cover ...

Yes the Ruskis have been learning to duck and cover in recent times - LA Times here,  and elsewhere - but luckily, the Donald will do a deal with Vlad the impaler, South Korea will nuke North Korea, and all will be well, and we can keep on reading the Oreo in peace ...or pieces ...

Pshaw, that's not a scare ... this is a scare ...

         

  

Phew, that's better, a good genuine 1950s red under the bed Joe McCarthy scare.

But it's remarkable how the barking mad paranoid mind always works its magic.

The Oreo, in her opening gambit, showed exactly how its done. There's the talk of a "scholarly account", and then soon enough you're off into talk of supranational elitism, the sound of black helicopters, persecuted free thinkers, much mumbo jumbo, and then in tandem, along comes Wikileaks exposing the Jews for causing all the trouble ...

Damn you Jews, damn you international bankers, the pond hasn't got the time to go back and assemble a decent array of 1930s illustrations for its celebration of that era of paranoia, fear and loathing ...

Instead we must press on with the current, up to date, paranoid fear and loathing of the Oreo ... who imagines that what she is writing isn't xenophobia, or by decrying others for mentioning thought crimes, this will somehow how her allow to use her Monopoly 'get out of xenophobic jail free' card ...

Yes, it's full-on barking mad irrational stuff, and the way it works is to blather on about "the activist press" and "shameless propagandists for PC ideology" and all the rest, and without the slightest hint of irony - surrealism demands no shame - while juxtaposing talk of shocking violence up against talk of wicked demonising campaigns ...

But then the average Satanist thinks demonising others is all in a day's work ...

If the Oreo didn't exist, the pond would have to invent her. 

This sort of sociopathy is worthy of an episode of Huff, a television series that was a blip on the Showtime radar, but which featured a shrink with weird clients suffering all sorts of LA disorders ...

Oh the pond can recognise that condition.

And so to the final gobbet of Oreo ...

Rabid. Pure and unadulterated rabidity, and the pond is delighted to present this clinical case study for anyone interested in pursuing a career in this area ... and look, we haven't mentioned Andrew Robb as one of the most shameless members of the supranational elites currently doing the rounds ...

Now usually the pond would offer an Oreo biscuit to anyone who made it to the end, but this time the impeccable Rowe - always available here - has presented another admirable case study of paranoia in action ...

For some strange reason, he entitled the piece "Door Wedge" ... and that's enough of a treat for the pond ...