In which the pond starts by munching onions, then gets a taste for even more popcorn of the dickhead Spectator kind ...

Rowe's extra special movie buff cartoon this day - more Rowe here - reminded the pond that in recent times it's headed off to the Speccie for a Friday lunch ...

Where's the harm?

After all the planet of the dickheads deserves a magazine by and for the dickheads, and besides, the pond's circulation always drops on a Friday, as public servants and academics down tools early and scurry off for the break ...

Only the most foolhardy hang around for undiluted essence of loonery ... and yet it's the same impeccable line-up week after week ...

Look at who they've got at the top of the editor's choice ...

Not content with appearing on radio and turning up almost daily in the lizard Oz, the down under narcissist now seems to be turning up on a monthly basis in the Speccie ...

Fittingly, the snap shows him in company with a declining corporate criminal and an old fogie war criminal so ancient not many will recall his many epic war crimes ... though it has to be said that being reminded in the documentary series The Vietnam War of Kissinger's cynical conversations and criminal actions with Nixon was chilling ...

The thought of the onion muncher harassing children was almost too much to bear, and the pond immediately reached for a cartoon ...

But the thought of one narcissist contemplating another narcissist impelled the pond forward ...

Uh huh, apparently the upside is that the Donald's fucking the planet even more than the onion muncher could imagine or have managed, because everyone knows global warming is going to be good for everything ...

And he's doing tax cuts ...

Why didn't the pond think of this before?

Have the onion muncher as an excuse for a cartoon festival?

Oh indeed, indeed ...

And so to the last plaintive cri de coeur from the onion muncher ...

There it was, there it goes ...

As prime minister ...

He'll never get over it, will he?

The loss of the precious, the stealing of the blanket ...

As if being taken seriously by the Trump administration is a serious sign of serious intelligence ...

But speaking of climate science as we must when in company of the onion muncher, if only to please the teachers, the pond was shocked to the core to come across this headline ...

Say what? How had this heresy come about?

The pond rushed to read the story, and sure enough it concluded this way ...

The pond realised it had made a basic amateur mistake. 

This had been written for the UK branch, of the rag, whereas the pond should have stuck to the Australian team, where this sort of scribbling is more the go ...

Who do you suppose wrote this?

Was it Hugh Thomson in the UK Spectator?

We keed, we keed, carry on regardless Mr Akehurst ...

Splendid stuff. There's nothing like a full blown loon in full cry, and this is the first time that Christopher Akehurst has appeared on the pond, though he's known in other circles, as in this note in Crikey here ...

Because that's a screen cap, it's worth noting that posting had disappeared, and even more sad, Akehurst's blog had shut down back in August, but perhaps that's because Akehurst is now routinely featured at Quadrant and the Spectator ...

Now anyone who follows that Quadrant link will appreciate that Akehurst has some difficulties with religion, and anyone doubting that will have their doubts removed by the next gobbet starting with a reference to "this Athanasian Creed" ...

The Athanasian Creed, also known as Pseudo-Athanasian Creed or Quicunque Vult (also Quicumque Vult), is a Christian statement of belief focused on Trinitarian doctrine and Christology. The Latin name of the creed, Quicunque vult, is taken from the opening words, "Whosoever wishes". The creed has been used by Christian churches since the sixth century. It is the first creed in which the equality of the three persons of the Trinity is explicitly stated. It differs from the Nicene-Constantinopolitan and Apostles' Creeds in the inclusion of anathemas, or condemnations of those who disagree with the creed (like the original Nicene Creed). (Greg Hunt more here, and at the Catholic Encyclopedia here).

Of course it's silly, arcane and irrelevant, designed to set Greg Hunters off, but it's also a sure sign of someone howling at the moon, because whenever talking about climate science, a reference to the Athanasian Creed is a sure fire, knock down winning argument ...

Now it's impossible to argue with this sort of stuff, since it's just Clint Eastwood telling young 'uns to get off his lawn, but it does provide an excuse for a cartoon ...

And so, hopefully now with extra dry sherry in hand, it's back to the rant ...

Has ever such an epic example of hysteria, fear and loathing, riven with hatred and hostility, ended with such a poignant plea for the Judaeo- or even Judeo-Christian heritage to spread love and peace in the world?

Sadly, as a result of all that, the pond hasn't the time to note the full wonder of this week's exercise in Flintiness, and must restrict itself to a couple of tasty chunks  ...

Indeed, indeed ...

Now this will leave punters wondering at how Flinty managed to work in a slur on that Wong, down there with Arthur Calwell's two wongs routine ...

And there you go, slur complete in the inimitable Flint style.

What a pompous ass he is ... what a treasure trove of ratbags and loons the Spectator down under provides ...

And thank the long absent lord, there are actual scientists at work elsewhere in the real world ... even if you will find three fifths of fuck all of their deeds in the Spectator down under, where navel gazing and fluff gathering and howling at the moon is all the go ... oh and talk of  "this Athanasian Creed" ...

And so to the Pope summing it all up, in his inimitable papish way, with more essential popery here ...