In which the pond returns, like Melba, to honour the pond's late breaking winner of the year, the Angry Sydney Anglicans

The pond knows it has already said its Xmas farewells, but let's face it, in the Australian tradition, there can be as many farewells as Melba ...

And the reptiles getting excited about Cory means that 2017 is going to be an excellent year ... for division, chaos, confusion and delusion ...

Come on Cory, come on, you can do it, you can make life easy for the reptiles and the pond in 2017!

And speaking of delusional, the pond simply had to snatch the prize for Xmas loonery away from all previous honorees and hand it to a new winner ...

And praise be and thank the long absent lord, it's an angry Sydney Anglican, with nary a complimentary woman in sight to spoil the fun ...

Now a paranoid might think that the angry Sydney Anglicans had staged a late run to avoid the pond's competition, but the pond is always pleased to honour madness ..

Yes it's underbelly madness and hipsters suddenly confused and conflated with the loony left, because ... well beards and coffee and tattoos are just so Marxist ...

Even better was the pose the Terrorists had selected for the angry Sydney Anglican ...

Even funnier? Yes, down in the corner, there's the sign that the grinches want to charge for this Xmas pleasure!

Money to be made out of pulpit slapdowns?

Well for those who missed the fun ...

Now never mind that the angry Sydney Anglicans, courtesy of Moore College, have infested and ruined north Newtown, like a tribe of invading cockroaches ...

Yes, the entire strip is now infested by fundamentalist rats and mice gnawing away at sanity ...

And never mind that the glorious archbishop refuses to honour religious traditions and wish people happy holydays ...

What's he got against holy days? Who knows, just as who knows why he decided to become tabloid fodder like a prize cow chewing a silly cud in public...

Never mind, there's a more important reason to celebrate, especially in view of recent kerfuffles ...

'Tis the season of the dummy spit ... 

And all this might introduce an unhappy note, but thankfully the archbishop has redeemed the spirit of the season by selecting a simply divine frock for his Terrorist appearance ... or perhaps the Terrorists thoughtfully selected a sublime happy snap so that he could show off his divine frock ...

Take a lesson, hipsters ... learn to wear a frock gracefully, and you too can get into the pulpit and decry all this modernist gender nonsense ...

Oh it was irresistible, but please, allow the pond to place the snap in context and honour the reptiles ... and then, let the rant, and the confusing of hipsterdom and leftism continue, because let's face it, one decent coffee or a craft beer, and you're well on your way to Stalinism ... just ask the Terrorists who sneak out for a coffee in Surry Hills and then have to pretend to their mates that they got it at McDonalds ...

Outrageous heretical thinking.

Sensitivity? At Xmas time? Damn you Jews, fall into line, or fall out ... Christ's your saviour at Xmas, like it or not. Don't make Dr. the divine Glenn join the alt right just to make the point clear!

And so to a concluding blast of divine angry Anglican insight ...

Point of order your honour.

Newtown and Marrickville are the home of craft beer, and certainly not Annandale.

Yet another epic fail on the part of a mob who work in Surry Hills, so inner city 'leet apparently they never visit the outer suburbs ... which is perhaps why they think you should get your man-bun topiary kit from Chippendale, when the pond knows for a certain fact, that the best supplier is just around the corner from Holt Street ...

Apparently that's where Joe Hildebrand goes for the pruner for his stubble ...

Talk about sun on the stubble ...

But enough of A grade plus hipster wankers with their complete incapacity to find a decent razor or a sensa humour or a lick of irony ...

The pond's decision is final, at least until it changes ...

And so the pathetic, attention-seeking angry Sydney Anglicans have stolen the pond's trophy at the last moment, with an infinitely stupid attention-seeking faux controversy of the fake beat-up kind ...as fake a look as Joe's hipster stubble ...

And for a final bit of Xmas cheer, the pond pondered what this late-breaking outburst might mean.

The angry Sydney Anglicans really must be truly fucked if this is their idea of improving attendances at this time of year ... but perhaps some caring complimentary women will turn out to cheer them along as they fight against the demonic secularists in the epic war on Xmas ...

Meanwhile, the pond is proud to have maintained an Australian tradition ... and again wishes everyone a merry Xmas, or Christmas or happy holy day, or whatever else floats your festivus Saturnalian summer solstice boat ...