In which the pond spends more quality time with the pandering, servile Dame Slap ...

It seems barely a day in this helter skelter world since Dame Slap, with schoolgirlish crush and heaving bosom and panting lips, took to the NY streets to celebrate the elevation of the Donald ...

The pond remembers being incredibly moved.

The joy, the happiness, the celebrations, the love ... why if the Donald had been around, no doubt Dame Slap would have been proud and pleased to have her pussy groped ...

Oh steady, you might say, that's a bit much, a ghastly image even for a site dedicated to loonery, but it's only the pond swept up in the fine flush of Dame Slap enjoying vegetarian chili soup, without a hint of the pretentiousness involved in such a Seinfeldian concept ... though as it was possibly made by a soup Nazi, it would suit Dame Slap's taste and temperament ...

And besides, it helps prepare the ground for those who came in late and might wonder what to make of the reptiles putting this at the top of the digital magical faraway tree ...

As always, there are ironies to be relished.

There's nattering "Ned" wailing and moaning about conservatism being trashed, and right next door, there's the rabid, wolf-whistling Dame Slap trashing conservatism in her serving of the Donald ...

What's curious is the way that the reptiles changed the copy on the Dame Slap splash, turning to "crack cocaine" after originally opening with "distilled hypocrisy"...

The only trace of the original splash comes with the google text ...

Perhaps in these bowling green massacre days, and the rampant fact-checking that's resulted, distilled hypocrisy and compelling blindness was a little too close to the Dame Slap bone ...

Elsewhere in the reptile digital front page came this ...

This little boo-boo sent the Currish Snail into a right old dither ...

Well you would be pissed off if for some reason somebody dragged a painful death into a political charade ...

But enough of the foreplay, it's time to turn to this day's Dame Slap, in full featherless flight ...

It is of course typical of the intolerant authoritarian mindset to brook no opposition, to allow no alternative perspectives, to allow no dissent ...

Lock the pussy-lovers in a gulag and all will be well ...

It's even funnier when two authoritarian verging on fascist minds come together and shout at each other ...

Now usually the pond would provide a link to the source, but as it's a Murdoch publication and they thrive on anger, bitterness, hate, hostility and division, it's a never no mind, and instead, after that little distraction, it's back to Dame Slap, one of the most expert authoritarian jackboot minds in the business ...

Mesmerising?

Well that's one word that might be used to describe it, though it helps to be as delusional as Dame Slap to do it ...

And speaking of colliding authoritarian totalitarians, as the pond must do each day it trips through the News Corp sewers, the jibbering and jabbering Devine and the Bolter were still at it ...

No doubt the expert publicity hounds will be hoping for a bumper crowd to see how the feud unfolds. Not this little loon ...

And how about that "For Christ's sake"? Not to mention that eschatological conjuring of living hell ...

In the old days, that would have seen the blasphemer burnt at the stakes and no doubt the world a better place for it, but after all the fun of the fair, it's time to wrap up Dame Slap ...

And that's how it begins.

Quixotic, delusional quislings, doing their best to explain "creative destruction" ... a weird sort of code for how to fuck the planet ...

It's interesting in all this how authoritarians will always remain unrepentant. The pond is reminded of William Joyce, aka Lord Haw-Haw, who spent the war celebrating fascism, and then was hung.

This for Greg Hunt adepts here ...

He went to his death unrepentant and defiant:
In death as in life, I defy the Jews who caused this last war, and I defy the power of darkness which they represent. I warn the British people against the crushing imperialism of the Soviet Union. May Britain be great once again and in the hour of the greatest danger in the West may the standard be raised from the dust, crowned with the words – "You have conquered nevertheless". I am proud to die for my ideals and I am sorry for the sons of Britain who have died without knowing why. 
Other sources refer to his having said, "may the Swastika be raised from the dust"....

May creative destruction be raised from the dust it has produced ...

And now, as Dame Slap mentioned the immortal Cory - a cunning, treacherous rogue who transformed his own well-paid self-serving interest into grandiose visions of a Cory-led country - the pond has a bone to pick with the AFR. The pond knows that the AFR is irritated by the way that David Rowe's excellent cartoons wend their way into the world ...

They've put banknote-like strips into the cartoons (easily enough removed in Photoshop), and imprisoned the works inside a malformed, deformed gallery which mutilates Rowe's aesthetic vision, but keeps them safe from outsiders ...

There is of course absolutely no way that the pond, a devotee of aesthetics, with a hatred of Philistines, would run this sort of mutilated hideousness ...

And it would be a shocking pedant who pointed out to Rowe that, in the movie at least, Oates said his immortal lines while inside the tent ...

And that, such was the state of the weather in the movie, Cory didn't step outside into a brisk morning, body glowing with health and tanning lotion.

Instead he stepped out into a miasma and a fog, and it was obvious that he'd never ever find his principles ... no matter how much time he took.

Not to worry, it's a fair bet Cory never had any to find ...  which is why it's worth braving the Fairfax forced video to have a read of Alan Stokes' Hypocritical Cory Bernardi gamed the system. He must quit the Senate ...

Of course Cory mustn't do anything, except look after Cory, and what a fine job he's doing.

How far it all seems, hypocritical Cory out for himself, Dame Slap getting into bed with a buffoon and a vulgarian, from the grand days of British gentility and self-sacrifice and talk of empire and decent conservatism preserving all the best that the past had to offer ...including a decent sherry or port at the club ...

These days it's talk of creative destruction and blowing everything up, with the Right shouting at and haranguing each other, and carrying on like a bunch of nihilist anarchists ...

Who'd have thought they could make anarcho-syndicalism sound like a font of pragmatic solutions?

Any chance that any of them will step outside the tent for a little while?

Fat chance. This combative horde of simpering, when not shouting, loons live in a world of alternative facts and internet-fed conspiracy theories, while getting paid handsomely by the chairman to distract and deceive ...

The latest Trumpian deception?

You can go to the Fairfaxians here, though it's just WaPo in disguise or The Atlantic here,  or the Graudian here,  to game the ref and mislead and distract while also pumping up the terror volume ...

How soon before the Reichstag burns?

With that thought, the pond is inclined to step outside the tent for a little while ...