In which, for a Sunday meditation, the pond attends the Murdochian church of bigotry and hate ...

Oh indeed, indeed. It is, after all, well known that the only thing poofters are good for is a bit of knitting ...

And now, with the bigoted homophobic mutton Dutton out and about, what we need are some little sir and madam echoes to carry on the good knitting work ...

Now this being Sunday, some might want to do their knitting on a pew listening to Christian and Islamic fundamentalist preachers rail at the knitters, but there's really no need to leave home, because the Sunday Terrorists will provide ...

What's that you say? Only Akker Dakker is tackling the filthy knitters? Did Miranda the Devine go missing, and get lost on the Kokoda track?

Well no, sure the Devine is channeling the barking mad Charlie Lynne yet again and dripping the usual acid bile on the green-left narrative, mourning the persecution of the male Anglo-Saxon, deploring needless sugar coating for daring to talk of friends - friends, isn't that code for anal sex? - and so on, as she war mongers on about the Kokoda track, and to hell with whatever the New Guinea people might think or want ...

Phil caught the mood on the comments section: 

"Another example of the PC brigade's subtle takeover of Canberra. I'm surprised they haven't erected a monument to gay soldiers that died fighting on the track."

Phil, Phil, you do realise that gays are only good for knitting, don't you? What on earth gave you the idea that there might have been gay men in the AIF? Are you insinuating that the male Anglo-Saxon harbours poofters?

Is your entire education at the hands of the Sunday Terrorist a waste of time and Murdochian money?

Never mind Phil, you really should have read the other piece by Miranda the Devine. 

You see Phil, she wrote directly about the knitters, but the canny Terrorists realised that even for the fag bashers at News Corp, having two splashes showing both Akker Dakker and Miranda the Devine hard at it with the hob-nailed boots might have been a tad obvious ...

You had to head to the Devine blog to get the real vitriol, the dinkum matey acid ...

Now before proceeding, and while noting the joy of the Devine wagging her finger about ethics, and having already honoured Phil, the pond would like to make mention of Bruce, who delivered a most liked comment at the time the pond dropped in ...

Oh Bruce, Bruce, and the 7 dummies that liked you, didn't you understand that it's brave, heroic Coopers that's being persecuted, and so you must stand with them, and drink double quota Coopers for the next week?

Or are you joining the knitters in their boycott?

And there's a lot more you're going to have to give up, Bruce, including the footy, both deep north and deep south kind - here, have a squiz at all the firms you have to boycott ... still, there's always knitting with friends ...

Now, back to the Devine lesson ...

Of course, of course. Damned furriners, coming in here, talking about friends and their knitting, and nary a mention of mates and mateship and healthy Anglo-Saxon males, their nostrils filled to the brim with the smell of rutting season ...

So that's the best argument against gay marriage ... it's supported by furrin tax dodgers. No mention of that whore of Babylon residing in Rome which takes the other view, which pays no taxes at all, yet in most Australian towns holds the very best real estate.

It's a favourite pond joke to drive in to a town and see how much of the city centre holds a Catholic church, and whether the tax avoiders have taken up a grand hill side eerie ... take a drive to Bathurst some time and see what you can find ...

Meanwhile, of course, there's plenty more to come, and having heard from Ms little echo, it's time for little sir echo ...

The reptiles put the Coopers thing at the top of Akker Dakker too ... though clearly Bruce missed the point ... or was he offended at the craven way that the Coopers mob had folded and moved over to the dark side and taken up knitting?

You have to hand it to a bigoted expert professional homophobe of the appalling Akker Dakker kind, that reference to the "sexually confused" is an ace example of why, if the bunker was on fire in Surry Hills, the pond would spit on the pavement and move along ...

And that last par by Akker Dakker is right up there too, with its bigotry and rampant homophobia ... by golly, the lad's in good form this week. He must have stolen a good serve from the school tuckshop so he could go full Bunter ...

Damn you knitters, for creating the need for Akker Dakker to reveal his bigotry ...

And now for a general rant about tree huggers and Marxists, the ABC, and the like, of a kind best done after a stimulating snort of white powder ... or a pocketing of chairman Rupert's folding money ...

What, no mention of knitting? And surely there's something wrong here. How on earth can a pillow biter be a no-nonsense bloke? What next, some insinuation that there might be gays in the army?

Have the leftist Marxist greenie hordes even got to Akker Dakker? How is it that a gay might be a no-nonsense bloke?

The pond reeled back, but then returned for a final gobbet ...

Indeed, indeed. Bloody furriners coming in to the country, and bloody furriners fleeing the country. And fancy showing respect for minorities and community. When has a decent male Anglo-Saxon ever bothered with that kind of shit?

Now the pond can sense a little disappointment in the air.

The pond is frequently told by those who know that the one thing to be said about Miranda the Devine and Akker Dakker is that you can't expect a torrent of hate-filled invective about sexually confused knitters from them ... and certainly not on an almost weekly basis ...

No, you certainly won't find the Terrorists the home of the most vilely vociferous internet trolls doing their vicious trolling of knitters and the sexually confused and the loathsome Marxists and oh the filthy, filthy, writhing, naked, nude, disgusting, contorting, prancing and dancing bodies, with all their flesh on view, oh the flesh, the shame, the wickedness, the filth, the stereotypical sexual acts, the ugliness ...

Phew, the pond came up for air just as it noticed Doug chipping in ...

Oh Doug, Doug, let's not drop a few stitches, let's try to work out why the reptiles were in an uproar. 

Here's a clue, and note well the timing, with the HUNsters out of the block first by a good couple of hours ...

It turns out that the no nonsense bloke is one of the trouble-makers, but let's start by admiring the artwork the HUNsters featured at the top of the story, as artful as anything that might be used by an intertubes troll ...

It turns out it's all a shiraz-fuelled no nonsense moderate plot, the very sort of treachery designed to set nerves on edge in your average no nonsense,  freedom-loving male Anglo-Saxon fundamentalist homophobic bigot ...

Uh huh, and a couple of hours after the HUN, the pond heard that familiar cry in the mountain tops by the campily dressed Sydney Terrorists ...

So here, for those with nothing but Sunday time on their hands and having done their Sunday knitting, is the Terrorist version of the story, for a compare and contrast with the HUNsters ....

Admirable. The mutton Dutton bobs up at the top of the page and Annika puts on her Terror hat, and suddenly it's the Sunday Terror that's revealing the story, even if google dates the revelation as being a couple of hours after the HUNsters made their revelation ...

Good work Annika, revelations all over the place ...

And whereas the HUNsters contented themselves with a photo of gorgeous George, the Terrorists easily topped that with a shot of the anti-Christ frolicking amongst the Satanist knitters, and a shot of appalling writhing nudity in the street, of the kind that sent Akker Dakker into a frothing, foaming frenzy ...

It''s also pleasing to see that Annika has refreshed up the content, did a bit of trimming and cutting and pasting, and changed things around a little, so that the Sunday Terrorists get the sort of pristine, de-AFL'd content they've come to expect ...

Here no fucking Collingwood, no fucking Collingwood here ...

There's a split? Not in the Terror commentariat ... no way.

Bigotry and homophobia rulez, and so once more, before heading out into the streets to writhe in nude ecstasy and shock Akker Dakker to his core, gays can splash themselves with a load of their favourite parfume ...