In which Major Mitchell and the bouffant one push hard for the 'no' vote ...

Listen up GenYs and millennials ... heed the words of the man who gave genuine meaning to this meme ...

Yes, it's Major Mitchell day at the pond and the pond is awesomely excited to be in the company of this tremendously wise moraliser, yet again moaning and wringing his hands at Fairfax and the ABC ...

Ah Queensland in the good old days. 

Should by any chance a stray millennial pass by the pond - they really should be off watching the fourth season of BoJack Horseman to get a better understanding of dotards in their coulda, woulda shoulda phase of shouting at clouds and past careers - this might be a good time to remind such a one of the Major Mitchell's major journalistic accomplishment.

The sadly missed Deltoid under Chris Mitchell's Folly provides a still working link to the Australian Press Council adjudication,  though to be fair, the Order of Lenin medal is on view as plain as day in this Currish Snail illustration, with bonus shared sinister Leninist beard, and furtive guilty look ...

If that doesn't say Commie swine in bed with the Ruskis, why then the pond clicks its heels three times and says Chairman Rupert in bed with the Donald in bed with Vlad the impaler ...

See if you can find who's closest to Kevin Bacon ...

 

You see, young 'uns, bloviating old farts lecturing, hectoring, condescending and talking down is what the lizard Oz's heavyweight writers do ...

The editorials of many of the Murdochian rags have supported the 'yes' case - presumably they think this is good for business - but at the same time as providing a fig leaf of cover, they've pushed astonishingly hard, and in many inventive ways, to generate support and understanding for the 'no' vote ... because deep down, the reptiles, homophobia, bigotry, and prejudice and not so far apart under the surface ...

That's the way it goes with old farts angry at pretty much everything, including the way they've been shunted aside to irrelevance, and now all that's left is the cloud-shouting ...

And there you have it, nattering "Ned" is a heavyweight writer, though the pond cautions that an excess of verbal flab can produce a heavy weight, and gravity will make that seem like a heavyweight, as opposed to the ponderous self-importance of gravitas, which makes gravity seem like the air some reptile writers adopt as training for a second career as funeral directors ...

Whatever, one thing's certain. Some approach old age with dignity; others, like Major Mitchell, spend all their time whining and shouting at social media clouds ... and young punks tweeting on their lawns.

Speaking of tweeting punks, time for a joke ...

The pond just had to interrupt with that shout out to the neighsayers, as a punctuation point before turning to another surveyor of the survey of the survey, the bouffant one, proudly making his case for the 'no' case ...

It's the old 'attention must be paid' racket ...

From all this, the pond senses that the Murdochians are hoping for a surprise victory. Who knows what might follow - the defeat of Malware, the resurrection of the onion muncher, a swift sharp turn to the right so that the sound of jackboots might sound around the land (click of money in swear jar), and a new world order, and with only the ABC and the do gooders to blame ...

After all, it's all the fault of those pesky liberals that we have the Donald ... nothing to do with the Murdochians or the GOP, and hasn't that worked out well ...

... and now while the innocent reptiles stand idly by, doing a Tony Perkins and not harming a fly, the wicked ABC and the Graudian are ruining everything ...

Oh that's wondrously peculiar logic momma. Chairman Rupert and his minions did their best to defeat the republic, and they campaigned very hard for Brexit and Trump, and one of their favourite techniques was to talk of wicked liberals and moan how the "other" side was never given a fair shake, because after all, where's the harm in grabbing pussies or giving vent to a little homophobia and bigotry.

And if any stray passing millennial is still thinking a subscription is just the way to support the Major Mitchell and the bouffant one ranting at them or the supposedly liberal media, just remember that they need no encouragement, they'll just keep on banging on, knowing that every word they say will be reported and amplified by their ABC and by many others, including, sad to say, this wretched blog ...

What a dismal situation it is, the way the squeaking, moaning, cage-rattling reptiles keep demanding attention, and like a vexed, harassed mother, the pond must heed their cries as they celebrate nattering negativity and herd the mob towards yet another cliff ... and then wipe their hands of any involvement as the lemmings jump off said cliff.

What's missing? Well there's no news of the rapture this day, but as Wilcox notes, those hungry for the rapture will only have to wait until Saturday for the return of prattling Polonius his gang of doomsayers ... (with more Wilcox here) ...