In which the pond joins in the Donald's chant of "no more Oreos"!

Now the pond has already run this front page, but while apologising for recycling content, the pond would like to draw attention to the way that the barking mad have been elevated to a very prominent position on the front of the tree killer page ...

Yes, it's the pond's pride and joy, the Oreo, a delicious, scrumptious treat at any time, and the perfect way to finish off a lunchtime break with a delicious, tangy, mouthburst up there with Moonface's patented treat...

“Silky was pleased. She sat there brushing her beautiful, golden hair and ate sandwiches with them. She brought out a tin of Pop Cakes, which were lovely. As soon as you bit into them they went pop! and you suddenly found your mouth filled with new honey from the middle of the little cakes. Frannie took seven, one after the other, for she was rather greedy.“

Eat a 'more-ish' one, and next thing you know, after seven, you can share the Oreo's upside down view of the world ...

Well, the pond doesn't have a spell for the Oreo plight - all it does is present pieces of Oreo for tasty snacking pleasure. The Oreo needs the lightest of curatorial touches, and can be enjoyed without any commentary ...

You see? Pop!! There goes the pleasure of a taste treat, just as other reptiles swooped, because it's deplorable to point out that the Donald might actually be deplorable ...

Yes, we should wait for the nightmare to begin before we call it the climate denialist nightmare it will be ...

And so to another "pop!!" - oh aren't those Oreo pop cakes irresistible ...

An incitement to genocide!

Whereas birtherism was merely an incitement for that damned Kenyan Muslim to produce his birth certificate ... and eventually, the pond understands, he did come up with some cunningly forged document which raised further questions on how he'd managed to fake it ...

But all that's forgiven and forgotten now, as the Donald begins his slow walk back and manages to disappoint some of his fundamentalist fans.

Perhaps it's time to revive an old chant ... the deplorables united will be fucked over yet again, they just don't know it yet, and it will be a lingering, painful realisation as it begins to happen ...in much the same way as pitiful peabrains like the Oreo scribble away for peanuts from the chairman's purse, while the chairman tends to his billions ...

Naturally the Bolter is wildly excited, foretelling the end of Malware and the end of climate science, because the new emperor has spoken and agreed with the Bolter ...

Never mind, the pond is a deplorable. There are far too many people on the planet, and in consequence, far too many stupid people, who somehow think that science will ineluctably twist and be made to conform to ideology ...

You can thank your long absent deity for that, or join the barking mad Oreo baying at the moon and her God ... or you can resolve to give up, in best Trump fashion, your diet of Oreos ...

Yes, it turns out that the Donald hates Oreos.

Please, feel free to join in the Donald's chant ... no more Oreos! No more Oreos!!!! And please, if you manage to last that long, ignore the message at the end finding something redeeming in an Oreo!!! Remember, Mexican Oreos are the very worst ...