In which the pond joins the dog botherer and Dame Slap in a glorious crusade ...

Some days it's best to start with a light-hearted joke that does no damage to property ...

Will there come a day when jokes about feral dicks of the mutton dutton kind are banished from the full to overflowing intertubes?

Luckily, the pond doesn't harass the reptiles, rather it herds them towards redemptive enlightenment and an understanding of their crimes ... though it does raise the question of how many times it takes to perform an "harass" ...

Could someone get away with two or three harassments, would ten harassments be an "harass" too far ...? Who knows, but then who would think this was sensible wording? Apart from the feral fools gathered under Malware ...

Never mind, it's back to the usual business, and this day the reptiles provided a transcript showing the dog botherer attempting to think on his feet ...

The trouble with this line, logically, is that if the left prefers to feel superior, then clearly the dog botherer feels superior to the left's feeling of superiority, and his feeling of superiority apparently comes from a sense that he confronts reality and gets things done ... like helping start a war in Iraq and didn't that work out well ...

Oh just stop right there, you feckless fuckwit of the first water. We aren't in a post-Trump age, unless you consider Trump is no longer acting as the POTUS ...

As for the rest, you feral fool, what the fuck is "politic correctness"?

Oh don't go running, wailing, to the subs, like a sook or a mummy's boy, harden the fuck up and check your own copy ... your name's on it, wear it you pathetic excuse for a token ... why the pond wouldn't even deign to play Monopoly if you were the token ...

As for the rest, it's full of the usual futtocking ...

Read that line about 'political posturing' and weep.

What else to say, how else to describe, how to summarise succinctly in a couple of words, the dog botherer disappearing up his own fundament in a flurry of right-wing clichés of the predictable, crude and trolling kind ... though it is passing sad and strange how Wilders already seems to have fallen off the list of names trotted out on this sort of occasion ...

As for the celebration of Hansonism, it establishes exactly where the mealy mouthed dog botherer sits ... and so to the standard bout of fear-mongering ...

The pond has no idea if the dog botherer won the debate,  but it seems the tossers at the Ethics Centre think this is the way to sell bullshit tote bags ...

And they wanted thirty nine bucks and up to listen to this sort of drivel, with the only reward a free fucking tote bag ...

Meanwhile, anyone wanting an irony overload can spot the Ethics Centre blathering about other debate topics:

The Ethics Centre has set an ambitious goal to present a program on refugee policy that adds to debate and goes beyond the polarised positions that have created political stalemate. We believe narrowing in on the refugee convention is the best way to do this. Our speakers will address the middle ground with intelligence, reason and a healthy passion that won’t descend into name-calling or over-simplicity.

Yep, there's nothing like an inane dog botherer blathering on about PC to ensure an avoidance of name-calling and to provide an abundance of rich over-complexity ...

And so to an apology ... the dog botherer's splendid outing has cast Dame Slap into second place, a position the good Dame rarely accepts or tolerates ...

It will also be noted that Dame Slap's rant this day has been made largely redundant by the dog botherer's covering of the turf ... there's only so many times that anyone can listen to the same pack of hounds howling at the moon, all singing from the same song sheet ...

There is of course a little sticking point here.

When Dame Slap talks of "our values", the good Dame seems to assume that everyone is on the same page as she is ... which is to say, a barking mad right wing loon howling at the moon, and imagining that climate science is a way for the United Nations to introduce world government ...

"Our values" ... "our solidarity" ... why madame, that's the same sort of talk that has led to the pond depositing squillions into the Godwin's Law swear jar, though you seem to have missed out on Volksgemeinschaft and talk of Gemeinschaftsfremde ... and let us not forget blut und boden ... 

Oh sheesh, wait, you really want to start rabbiting on again about 18C, don't you? Talk about core values of immediate vital concern ... for the four who pack into Barners' office ...

Oh indeed, indeed ...

More of the quisling, lickspittle, fellow travelling, pandering May at the Independent here, as the pond rushes on to devour the last Dame Slap gobbet ...

What sticks in the craw is the notion that Dame Slap, scribbling in a rag that sells on a good day to a couple of hundred thousand Australians out of a population zooming past twenty three million is in any position to talk about commonality amongst Australians ... as if the reptiles' relentless, tedious, incessant squawking about 18C is a major issue ten feet beyond the water cooler in the reptiles' leet Surry Hills bunker ...

Somehow it evoked ancient tribal memories in the pond ...

Now some suggest that this appeal by Hitler for the support of the German people is very awkward, and uses complicated heavy Germanic grammar in a way that doesn't make sense, but the pond thinks the text is pretty straightforward, and reads something like "I am now asking the dinkum Aussie folk to join with me ...we are failing to project strength and solidarity by not uniting around our core, common values, and so we must unite behind Dame Slap, and her common values - oh they're so bloody common - so that we can march together forward to a glorious future arising from the solidarity and strength of the dinkum Aussie volk gathered together under the glorious leadership of the reptiles of Murdochian la la land" ...

Or some such thing, as another dollar hits the swear jar ...

And now, as we're all rats trapped in a cage of our making, who couldn't shed a tear for the plight of Malware, as celebrated by David Rowe ... with more celebratory Rowe here ... and what a rat for company in the cell ...