In which the pond honours an expert fund-raiser and salutes the Terror editorialist's silly points ...

First, some good news, with the pond able to vote crushingly cute Cory the fundraiser of the day, and possibly the year. 

Can his elevation back to the pond's banner be far away?

Please, celebrate his good work and his good deeds ...

At the ABC here, but what a power of oomph ... from nine hundred bucks to over $140k, and all for playing dress-ups of a kind that didn't raise an eyebrow in Tamworth in the 1950s ...

The man's a marketing genius, a legend ... what next to outrage the senses? Women gallivanting, traipsing, and flitting around in men's jeans?

Egad, sir, that wouldn't have done for good Queen Vic. That must be worth 140k to some school charity ...

And now for the bad news ...

Usually on a Friday at some point the pond would spend quality time with Sharri ... who also loves a dress-up ...

But this day stern Sharri is in crusader mode ...

Fortunately the Terror editorialist stepped up to the plate, or perhaps bestrode the turf, to deliver a peculiarly offensive editorial ...

Now the pond has spoken before to the reptiles about showing the onion muncher's drinking habit. In fact the pond's immortal montage of the onion muncher in booze mode continues to attract hits ...

Apparently he's been out and about, and far from home, and a long way from Warringah, mingling with lowlifes and bar-room brawlers, and then doing his best to make hay out of an assault which should be treated as a police matter ...

But luckily, the turf the Oz editorialist was on was particularly sacred ...

Life's a game of cricket? Is it possible to ask for a box of chocolates?

Oh the reptiles mean no harm, the stupidity is deeply embedded. They think a playful nip that takes off a finger is good fun, and in much the same way they think talking of a bent arm is awfully clever as a metaphor for bent people.

To show they mean no harm, they show the onion muncher in happier days ...

They see no malice? Doesn't the Terrorist editorialist read the stories in their close-kissing cousin, the lizard Oz?

Obfuscate and instil fear? 

Now as a prime fear-mongerer in chief, no doubt the Terror editorialist sees nothing wrong with being called a fear mongerer, but sadly things then descended into a twitter war, which is rarely a sign of a sensible debate, and much more like a twit talking of bent arms in cricket ...

Now at this point the Terror editorialist came up with a master stroke, a drive to backward silly leg, and a cutting glance at social media ...

Well perhaps some grace should be extended to some, but should all homophobes be offered grace, especially the ones who've said they find homosexuality threatening and so generated an immortal meme?

Respect where respect is due ... and be honest in your homophobia, and take the lumps as they fall ...

And here we come to the Terrorists' real dilemma. You see, while it's all very well to parade the Labor hall of shame ...

Eek... is that an Islamic?

Yep, it turns out that Miranda the Devine, the onion muncher and the rest of the Terrorist tribe - let's not forget Akker Dakker and the Bolter - are in bed with the likes of Keysar Trad, which for your average Terrorist is worse than fornicating with Satan while stroking the red cherry in the covers ...

Somehow it's dawned on the Terror editorialist that there's not much difference between your average Catholic and Islamic fundamentalist ...and so perforce the editorialist had to work out the most condescending way possible to get out of this jail ...

Like extracting teeth, really, gouging that 'yes' out with a fierce grinding noise, and with such a condescending contemptible conclusion about another person's sexuality, comparing it to that tedious boring cricket played by useless Australian losers who routinely get thrashed on the sub-continent ...

For some reason, the pond felt a sudden urge to commit some kind of act of violence ... you know, wipe grease on a cricket ball and bowl it under-arm down Holt street in Surry Hills ...

But then the usual conservative middle class suburban habits of the pond kicked in.

After all, why not leave the violence to the professionals in theatrical entertainment, the ones who know what they're doing ... with more exemplary studies in violence by the Pope here ...