There's a limit to how much the average loon pond koala can bear, and today, this bear reached its limit, and decided to go on a reptile strike ...
The reason? Well it should be obvious enough from that front page ...
And if it's not obvious from the useless tree-killer edition, it should be obvious from the useless digital bits and bytes and bobs edition ...
Suddenly he's a crusader?
And Dame Slap is praying to Saint Bill?
Everywhere the pond looked, there was idle chatter about Saint Bill and 18C ... and you either joined in the one note song or you went waltzing ...
Now some might be able to find humour in the whole situation ...
But all the pond could see was a horde of reptiles rising up and flapping about like the pack of cards that besieged Alice ... or tortured a nation with monomaniacal chanting to St Bill ...
No amount of good humour could change the reality ...
Well, the pond decided that a reptile strike was the only answer ...
Oh sure, there could be a listing of the rabid, but there was no need to plunge into this morass of reptiles, especially as the pond had left its Indy whip-cracking skills somewhere back in Peel Street ...
Oh fucketty fuck fuck ... the last time the pond saw Caroline Overington, she was explaining how the Donald was being persecuted by the media.
It just goes to show what a relentless diet of reptile kool aid will do for the brain. But when will they head offshore to set up their own Murdochtown?
Well at least, it meant the pond turned off the ABC, which is going to be a daily phenomenon if Justin Milne becomes the new chair ...
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the reptile rag, there were others blathering about 18C ...
Well the pond will agree on one thing.
If 18C was designed to shut up the ceaseless chatter, the garrulous, fuckwitted, offensive, insulting, demeaning, humiliating, intimidating, braying stupidity paraded on a daily basis by the reptile commentariat of Oz, then it has been a signal failure ...
But if the pond is on strike on the subject, what to do, what to do?
Well any port in a storm, and at least the bromancer was on hand ...
At least this would allow the pond to run a meme of the day on a related topic ...
By golly, there's a lot of good photoshoppers out there, and that $1.89 price tag is a top touch ...
As for the actual bromancer, it's a bummer, a drag and a downer, and as the pond routinely goes into Woody Allen joke mode, it's also short ...
If they're going to serve up dross, couldn't there be a bulk serve?
Slim pickings there, though the pond was pleased to see that the Singapore dictatorship is the preferred form of soft dictatorship these days ...
Take note China, transform yourself into a soft dictatorship Singapore style and all will be well ...
And that reference to a "more muscular" America is a splendid way to refer to a barking mad America, with a preening narcissist crazy at the helm ...
As for the rest, at least it allowed the pond to run a Trump cartoon, with more Tom Tomorrow to be found here ...
Wow!
ReplyDeleteFaced with such jollity from Holt St, I fully endorse your strike Dorothy. The reptiles have finally detached themselves from the planet we live on, and are now floating high above us.
While you're on strike, you may want to avail yourself of a reptile on reptile event in the twitter arena last night - The Oscillating Fan, being a man of occasional good sense, asks logical questions about the 18C hysteria. And who should pop up to assuage his concerns than Professor Emeritus (Dip Ed Adam Goodes Studies) Rita Panicky.
Needless to say, the results are as nectar-perfect as the other reptile break-outs of late.