For a moment the pond was consternated and confused at the way it might have overlooked the Major Mitchell in favour of a succulent Oreo and carbon-loving climate obfucationist (!) this holyday, when, let's face it, Oreos are deeply unhealthy and climate denialists are as common as seagulls in search of a chip at the fish markets ...
Even worse, when the pond the pond decided to spend quality time with the Oz editorialist having a hand-wringing fit over the Brexit matter, it seemed like the Major might miss out ...
Yes steady the torpedoes and go gung ho for a hard Brexit ... that'll fix things up. Everything's gone so well to date, and on such sound evidence ...
But remorse swept through the pond like a damned continental, with his suave, sophisticated ways, and a Marconish leer, and an offer of a glass of fine French champagne ...
Tempting, but how could pond abandon the Major Mitchell for that? And then a splash near the top of the digital page alerted the pond that the game was afoot for a decent bout of reptile navel-gazing, as only the Major can do it ...
There was a job to be done, as in the grand days of Joe McCarthy.
Anybody who had come within cooee of GetUp! had to be suspect, a deviant, possibly a Commie, certainly a pervert ...
Anybody who had come within cooee of GetUp! had to be suspect, a deviant, possibly a Commie, certainly a pervert ...
They needed to be discovered, weeded out, discarded, perhaps evicted from the country ...
More here ... but a cartoon wasn't the answer, the pond knew it had to turn to the Major Mitchell, and better late than never ...
Now the reptiles are hopping mad about the Press Council, though why such a toothless tiger should produce such ire remains a mystery to the pond ...but please, allow the Major to hop ...
Now there are many things on display in that short burst, a few of them even about the Press Council.
Mostly however, it's about the Major's narcissism and his fond memories of his days in power and his sense of persecution and irrelevance, and his fear and loathing of lawyers and academics, all of which goes to prove why he was amongst the very best Order of Lenin hunters back in the day ...
Mostly however, it's about the Major's narcissism and his fond memories of his days in power and his sense of persecution and irrelevance, and his fear and loathing of lawyers and academics, all of which goes to prove why he was amongst the very best Order of Lenin hunters back in the day ...
The full Crikey 2014 here, outside the paywall at time of writing, and by good luck, that November 1996 Australian Press Council adjudication available in full here in pdf format ... which makes it even more remarkable that the Currish Snail kept on keeping on ...
Yes, that beard's convincing evidence, game, set and match, at least in the deep north, but now the pond must get back to the man who established such fine journalistic traditions, the Major Mitchell ...
The fuss shows all the signs of being another fine witch hunt for that most canny of birds, able to spot a Marxist or a Gunny Gahnooh wheat field or an Order of Lenin as the crow or the galah flies ...
Strangely, all the pond caught was the whiff of fussing and feuding and the sour grapes of irrelevance as the reptiles' business plan went down the Major's loss-making tube ...
Now if they spent as much time and energy and motion on quality journalism as jousting at windmills and enemies ...
Now if they spent as much time and energy and motion on quality journalism as jousting at windmills and enemies ...
I's moments like these - as when the Major talks of "serious journalists" and the "values of ordinary readers" - that the pond wonders what award would most suit the Major's valuable contributions to journalism ...
Perhaps ...
And so to the final whiff of grapeshot and a hissy fit and a stomping of the foot and a threatening of taking away the cash ... which is remarkably reminiscent of the Donald's way of doing business with the FBI and the entire country ...
Yes, it's so tedious to justify oneself, and when it comes to rulings such as the Manning Clark one, why not just ignore them altogether?
Such unnecessary headaches, so simple to keep head stuck firmly in fundament.
Well duty has been done, medals awarded, and the Major in all his finery marvelled at, but the pond realises it's been celebrating assorted orders and awards throughout this piece while ignoring the most important order of the day ...
And you can have re-heated gluggy warm baked beans, fat-sodden sausage, greasy fried egg and bacon, and lukewarm milked tea with tablespoons of sugar too if you like ...
Ah London, what a meal that was to remember for a lifetime ... as you prepare for your Murdochian-ordered meal of hard Brexit ...
Damned shame, really, those rascals in the continental press. Absolutely nothing like the Murdochian press ...
Hi Dorothy,
ReplyDelete“It’s difficult to understand why, during the campaign, Mrs May failed to capitalise on the vast opportunities offered by Brexit to turn Britain into Europe’s most dynamic economy.”
Er….maybe because crowing and grandstanding about how well off you are going to be after screwing over the stupid Europeans, even before you start talks with them, might not be quite the smartest negotiating move.
Bejebus, I think the anonymous Oz editorialist is getting even more stupid as times goes on.
DiddyWrote
Ah, er, ah, a priority, the priority, right now, for a strong and stable Australia, is a fast-tracked, one-page FTA with the(R)U(O)K.
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