In which the pond takes no pleasure ...

It goes without saying that the pond takes no pleasure in the downfall of any politician, or man, or croweater ...

The pond frequently takes no pleasure in many things, as this loose translation of Corinthians 13:6 suggests:

Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

Put it another way:

Wait, that's not quite right Imelda, the pond was brought up a Catholic, and relishes the tortured twistings of  guilt ...

Oh heck, who is the pond kidding. Of course the pond takes profound pleasure in the downfall of a righteous, sanctimonious, holier than thou holy roller, always telling people about his righteousness, while fucking over his clients and rorting the system like a greedy grub ...

It should happen more often, this tumbling down, this punishment in the here and now, rather than at sometime in the never never fture, but given the way the long absent lord set up the system, rarely does ...

Never mind, this day the pond's eye was attracted to a header by Richo ...

Indeed, indeed, it's true. 

The pond can access almost any Murdochian digital version of their tree-killing rags with just a couple of keystrokes ... and lo, what a litany of evil and idiocy can be found.

Usually the pond doesn't bother with Richo. 

The lad has been experiencing much sickness, and there seems to be no reason to pay attention to a man in ill-health and his dotage, serving the Chairman as best he can by shouting at clouds... but as with Willy Loman, some times attention must be paid ...

Remarkably just below Richo's splash came a remarkably grubby accusation, without any evidence being offered ...

Of course in the fine art of the smear 'stake' must have inverted commas put around it to make sure it's seen as 'stake' and not an actual steak ...

Naturally the Bolter was involved in the smear, and what a childishly obvious and pathetic one it was.

Surprisingly, while going the smear, the Bolter routinely allows the nonsense that is The Minefield, regurgitated without filters, remarkably pretentious, while at the same time rarely offering useful insights, to get to air on RN without comment. 

Now it's true that Scott Stephens, even more than Aly, makes the show unendurably tedious and mentally draining, but this show is a crime far worse than any alleged 'stake' in Muslim Brotherhood ...

What pisses the Bolter off is that in his television incarnation, away from the baleful influence of Scott Stephens, Aly is better at it than the Bolter, more adept, more personable, and therefore palpably, everything that's wrong with Islamics more intelligent than the Bolter (not that that requires an Islamic Einstein).

But wait, the pond has drifted far from the loser Richo scribbling about his loser friendship with the loser onion muncher, and blaming the resulting feedback on the dark zones of the full to overflowing intertubes ...

Now it is true that there are some astonishing sicknesses out there, and it is true that the internet was responsible for the rise of Hitler, the Nazis, Uncle Joe Stalin, chairman Mao, the second world war and the Holocaust - the pond has read convincing evidence that without the wicked influence of the internet none of it would have happened, though it can't remember if the source of the insight was Lincoln or Einstein channelling Lincoln ...

And it is true that all sorts of nonsense turns up at a keystroke ...

Oh that's shocking, that's scurrilous, who would be so bold and so shocking as to link Thomson and Richo? 

Did the pond find that on 4Chan? Nope ...

It's easy enough to google at a keystroke ...

And if you keystroke a little further, even more ugliness unfolds, including a double murder ...

Now where were we?

Oh yes, possibly blaming the presence of the intertubes for politicians using prostitutes and consorting with crooks, or even writing uxorious claptrap about the wonders of the onion muncher ...

The pond takes no pleasure in the way that Richo has disappeared so far up his fundament in his dotage that he thinks the world of Sky and the reptiles of Oz is the natural state of affairs. 

Richo routinely trolls away on Twitter to maintain his status with this pack of far right ferals ...

The debonair Ross Cameron?

The fucking debonair Ross Cameron ... so debonair is the new catchphrase for bigots?

It would be remiss of the pond not to show off Richo's infinite capacity for fawning and arse-licking, though bizarrely, the photo accompanying the piece of the onion muncher made him look like a cross between smirking Gollum and a snarling Rottweiler, enhanced by the wide-angle lens ...

As for the piece itself, it was risible in its naked pandering...

A man who boasted of his horse-trading and head-kicking skills, deploring horse-trading and head-kicking, and talking about Abbott's "decency", as if that was in any way a meaningful qualification for fucking up the country?

Folk-wisdom language? No sign of rancour?

Well there's probably no sign of prostitutes on the Gold Coast for those who don't bother looking ...

Never mind, at least the pond can take pleasure in a Pope cartoon, a guilty pleasure to be sure as the pond enjoys jokes about the world going to hell in a handbasket, and with more pleasures to be found here ...