In which there's a different, kindly law for well-fed dog bothering 'leets ...

One of the most shocking and disturbing things about Independence Day Resurgence - apart from it being in the ten top worst movies ever made - is the way it promotes a new world order, an internationalism, in which the elites use an alien spectre to install a military president to rule an homogenised, post-Marxist Marcusian, black helicopter ordered world...

...should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night!" We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our...

That this insidious spectacle should have emanated from the chairman's Fox bunker is truly odious, and indicative of what his elite band of kool aid drinkers are actually planning, while pretending to revile neo-Marxists ...

Oh wait, that's the pond channeling the Oreo's column for Monday.

Could we press the re-set button and attend to dog bothering Chris Kenny please?

One of the favourite delusions of the mollycoddled, cosseted, sheltered, spoiled, remote, pampered and indulged reptiles is that somehow, in a mystical way, they aren’t part of the ‘leets.

But look at this well-fed, some might say over-fed, pampered pooch of a media personality, somehow attempting to pretend he's on struggle street and forced to sit in the cheap seats, gazing in at the members' enclosure ...

Does he really believe this sort of bullshit? Does he expect others to believe his bullshit? Does he have any idea what it's like to be in the cheap seats, or like the pond, outside the stadium contemplating the price of the cheap seats?

Now it's true that he routinely looks unhappy and even a trifle sinister ...

But the pond bets he's on a comfortable, perhaps even jolly good screw as he flits from medium to medium like a blithe recalcitrant spirit (don't blame the pond, blame the Oxford dictionary). And let's not forget he once got a nice little payout, a tidy little earner, thanks to the law that likes to help out the 'leets ...

The rhetoric is, of course, just Kenny labelling other people that the dog botherer doesn't like ... one 'leetist pissing on other 'leetists from a righteous, up-himself height ...

Now what's the bet the dog botherer will himself channel an Oreo or three - well you don't get to look well-fed without pampering yourself with a generous supply of succulent biscuits - and produce all the usual nonsense about Marcuse and post-Marxist activism and all the other standard words and phrases on ample supply in the reptile water-cooler ...

Dear sweet absent Jesus, a proud dad hands out a book by his daughter - who knows, it might be the only sales she's achieved - and suddenly it's a thought crime and judicial malfeasance of the highest order?

Notwithstanding the book was his daughter's? Notwithstanding the fucking book was written by his doted-on daughter?

There's no way around it. This is a man who purports to offer ...

... well he has no shame, that's a fact, but rationalist? Nope, he's a died in the wool, first class, astonishingly able wanker, where the abuse of others turns into a rampant form of self-abuse ...

Normally the pond wouldn't be troubled by the masturbatory practices of others, but it really should be done in private ...

It is, of course, around this point that the pond must observe that there is one law for Kenny, because he can afford it, and another law for the poor buggers who can't ...

Oh and that column had a jolly photo, another reminder of a man who did more to ruin free speech and restrict the right of comedians and satirists trying to have a little fun than all the reptile whingers, whiners and moaners blathering on about how 18C restricts their rights ...

Well you can read it at the Graudian here, and that's the way that the pond routinely thinks of the dog botherer. 

As a member of the 'leet who could afford to take 'leet legal action to silence and punish a bunch of comedians ...

That's why, instead of imagining the dog botherer as a member of the lumpenproletariat sitting in the cheap seats, the pond has a different image ...

Oh my god, they showed Kenny with a dog ... the bastards, sue them, sue the socks off them ...

And so to the final righteous gobbet of 'leet bashing by a paid up member of the reptile 'leets, with an opening re-statement of the main theme by the maestro of malarkey ...

Actually, like many mushrooms that live in the bunker, there's an enormous amount of bullshit doing the rounds, and there's little wonder that there's a deep disconnect between the reptile elites and the readers they think should be spending up big each week to keep them in their comfortable lifestyles, while swelling the coffers of the chairman so that Fox can produce movies of craptacular quality ...

About the only way to sooth the pond when it gets into this sort of tizz about the reptile 'leets is to contemplate a cartoon by the pond's spiritual counsellor, the Pope, and you may attend the papal confessional here for more balm for the soul ...

Oh yes, the reptiles are working hard at the dry gulch saloon this weekend ...

It's on!

Speaking of punks and dirty Kenny, there will come a time when the pond decides to take out its hard-earned reptile reader's badge and toss it in the murky, rancid pool of slime-laden quarry water, and walk off into the distance, as the end credits roll ...