In which the pond dives into the third rate world of Terrorist wannabes ...

The reptiles are a hardy lot. Freeze them, whack them in the oven for a few minutes, and the next minute they're bouncing all over the place and ripping off a poorly placed finger ...

And they're loyal. Do they love their coal or what? Have they maintained the love with a ferocious, uxorious intent?

    

Love the Chinese when they love their coal, best buddies time, though occasionally the messages get a little mixed and confused and confusing ...

Wasn't climate science a Chinese hoax?

Well the news that Australia's experiencing some warm weather is certainly not the moment to talk of abandoning coal ...

Global temperatures have increased by about one degree since 1900. Mean global temperatures have been above average every year since 1985, and all of the ten warmest years have occurred between 1998 and the present. Seven of Australia’s ten warmest years have now occurred since 2005. (Conversation here)

Must mean a new ice age is just around the corner.

The pond has no idea why Matt Chambers is so worried. Who cares about the climate?

In the week before Christmas the government yet again released its latest data on greenhouse gas emissions in the hope they would be missed amid other news and the nearing festivities. As we start the new year let us revisit the data and highlight just how terrible the government’s record on emission reduction has been. 
The news that the temperature in Penrith reached 47.3C on Sunday naturally had people talking of climate change. And while noting that a very hot day is evidence of climate change is not as stupid as the very stable genius, Donald Trump, suggesting that the cold snap in the east of the USA meant climate change was fake, we should remember that weather – even if it is hot – is still not climate. Fortunately we do have data that shows the average temperatures for the entire planet over a year, and not just for a day, in a particular part of Australia. Less fortunate however, the data shows that things are very bad. (Graudian here).

But what about coal? Why all this talk of banning things? And then failing to ban things, while keeping on pretending to ban things?

Which curiously brings the pond to the Terrorists.

Now the pond hasn't paid much attention to the Terrorists of late. Without the Devine and the Bolter, they're down to a third eleven of try hards, losers, wannabes and drop kicks for the silly season ...

Even worse, in New South Wales, there have been power black-outs and the rail system is truly fucked, and yet they don't have a Labor government to blame ...

Just the Liberals and all the rhetorical Terrorist bullshit about giving a flying fuck for the west of Sydney ...

Where's a South Australian government when it's needed?

No wonder distraction's the name of the game. Just look at today's line up ...

There is a plot to get rid of men?

Oh for fuck's sake, that must be a clown from the deep north Currish Snail, desperate for a column ...wherein he imagines he'll be kept around only for breeding purposes ... though the odds are, a woman would be better off mating with a test tube ...

And there was Jolly Joe going into an anguish about Oprah. Where was all the hand-wringing from the Murdochians when the Donald got going?

That only left a libertarian lion at the helm, though it has to be said he's a prize loon, and really should have made it into the pond's banner long ago ...

Instead he likes to turn up on the ABC, and then the Terrorists like to borrow the content, as you do ...

Is there an irony in Leyonhjelm turning up on the ABC to spruik his snake oil? And then the reptiles running the content as their own? Is there something fully sick about the man taking the part of Milo, like so many beset by colonial cringe did in the last year?

Well yes, though it has to be said that the pond has such a ripe contempt for Leyonhjelm that if he happened to be passing, the urge to kick him in the ankle - in a libertarian way - would be almost irresistible ...

The man is so smug, so self-satisfied, and so impeccably complacent ... and if lemmings want to run off the cliff, why it's not his problem ...

You certainly won't find him in emergency dealing with the casualties, but you can catch him posing for the cameras ...

The question is, should Leyonhjelm be taken seriously?

Not on the evidence of that photo, which provoked the pond to contemplate memories of too much time doing history ...

  

Now of course this sort of routine is completely childish. But look again at the way the Terror presents the story, not through the words, but through the pictures ...

Forget the usual Leyonhjelm guff they've used to separate the snaps.

You see the visual comparison the Terrorists cleverly managed, hiding behind a few pars of standard Leyonhjelm lunacy?

  

This sort of analysis turns up in all sorts of places, with particular effect in relation to Stephen Miller, who has been compared to all sorts of beasts, fowls, fishes, flying things and foul creatures hovering through the filthy air ...

   

 

But where were we?

The pond can't be bothered listening to Leyonhjelm in relation to dealing with the obesity crisis, which alarms doctors who have to deal with the problem of actually moving patients about the building...

This, after all, is a man with a long and sorry track record in relation to tobacco ... whether it be Phillip Morris donated to Liberal Democrat senator David Leyonhjelm, or David Leyonhjelm denies donations influenced his push for illegal tobacco inquiry, or Senator David Leyonhjelm thanks smokers for keeping up the habit, or David Leyonhjelm under a cloud after cigar-smoking push for votes ...

And so on and endlessly on, as might be expected of a narcissist keen to attraction shameless attention to himself.

The publicity- and donation-seeking hound always reminds the pond of that old sexist joke, frequently and wrongly attributed to Winston Churchill, whereby a so-called gentleman haggles with a woman over the price of sex, thereby establishing that she's a prostitute ...(quote investigator here)

Phillip Morris must love that joke ... especially as the recipient of its largesse ...

He: What kind of politician do you think I am?

They: We've already established that. Now how much can we give you to keep you in the style to which you're accustomed ...

... fancies he has a rich sensa huma ...as he pockets a generous salary from taxpayers as a bonus to the donations pocketed from caring donors ...

Follow this logic down the rabbit hole of despair, and you end up with people driving on what ever side of the road they feel like on the day, it being their right to live without onerous government intervention or hectoring lessons on how to drive a car, while they carry on like a bunch of attention seeking narcissists intent on destroying community and government.

Did we mention Milo? Still a reptile favourite ...

Here's the thing. Leyonhjelm is a fuckwit and his childish humour is somewhere about the level of a ten year old boy, allowing for the way that ten year old humour also infests frat parties ...

The United States is currently experiencing what happens when you denigrate, downgrade and deny the usefulness of sound management and decent government ...

The result? Well the pond takes it a tad personally ...

If the pond has a medical problem, there's sure as hell freezes over, one guaranteed thing the pond will never do. It won't go to Leyonhjelm for a diagnosis and a cure ... it'll head off to the local GP, or if pressing, off to the local publicly funded hospital (thank the long absent lord the RPA is just down the road) ...

And he can take his anti-government rhetoric and shove it up his privatised, cigar-smelling jumper, and if that's not handy, perhaps his arse ...

There's the rich pudding for that particular Leyonhjelm reality ...

As for comedy, the pond would prefer to turn to a professional, such as the Pope ... always on song, and able to return the pond to the coal-loving place where it started , with more papal pleasures here ...

Now here's a new business model for Leyonhjelm ...

And here's a flashback to the good old days when Insiders managed to get two loons together ...

Glorious days ...