If the pond may be so bold, what a silly question.
Of course it's right, because CIS has determined everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds ...
But enough of your average reptile proclaiming the end of separatism, because what the pond and the world needs is a decent dose of separtism.
On a Sunday, the pond used to spend time with the Pellists and the Jensenists, sadly long gone, and now for a meditation, it frequently finds itself in the company of racists and bigots ... and not just the Donald.
Come on down Akker Dakker ... and regale the pond with yarns of the stone age ...
Now the pond will concede Akker Dakker is right.
Aboriginal societies simply didn't have the wit or the skill to bring on two world wars, a decent Holocaust and sundry minor wars, nor the capacity to end the world at a push of a button, or perhaps an emission of carbon ... and for that they rightly should be deplored, and roundly condemned ...
Besides, a reasonable, rational debate should always be taken as a sign of hate, at least if you happen to be an expert hate-monger, making a living out of packaged rage and bile ...
It's always the way of course, that once he's established his race-baiting, trolling opener that Akker Dakker will go on to a general whine and a whinge, but the pond feels it must reprimand the Terrorists for this time failing to put on display the usual photo of triumphant colonialism that routinely accompanies an Akker Dakker outing ...
What a fine figure of a pompous, arrogant loon he makes, and naturally a comparison arises ...
And the urge to reach for a cartoon before the pond can go on has become overwhelming ...
Well it has a smidge of relevance, and no one says it's easy to get through an Akker Dakker without some form of distraction ... and speaking of smug, insolent, smirking, grinning idiots, Akker Dakker is on the case ...
It goes to show how desperate the Terrorists are when it comes to illustrating an Akker Dakker piece.
Instead of a few flags, why not reward Akker Dakker's screeching with a cartoon?
And now back to Akker Dakker ... because the pond is exceptionally pleased to see that he is up to date with the latest argot, a test that the dog botherer failed dismally yesterday and had to be boxed around the ears for ...
See if you can spot, amongst the spittle and the invective and the hate and the fear and the loathing, Akker Dakker's triumph ...
Virtue signalling!
The pond must leave aside the news that black people once resided in the inner city suburb of Redfern - there'll be none of that nonsense in Sydney if you please - to admire the company that Bess and Jacinta Price now keep ...
The pond would be flung into a quandary of doubt and a pickle jar full of uncertainty if it had a kind word from Akker Dakker.
Thank the long absent lord that will never happen, not even after a snort, but the pond has to confess that it loves the way that Akker Dakker, after all the insults, rage, mocking and general blather, makes an urgent plea for the many Australians who live in squalor.
As if he gives a flying fuck.
Tough shit, it's all your fault you live in the Stone Age ... just remember who's the righteous squawking parrot toadying up to Chairman Rupert for the easy life of scribbling a column full of hate, fear and loathing ...
As a result of Akker Dakker's successful trolling, his comments section was already beginning to bulge with the usual racists out on parade, but this one delighted the pond, both by its irrelevance to the central discussion, and by the way the comments section might be measured for its clarity and insights ...
Because difficult women immediately bring to mind the stone age ...
And with that, the pond could feel another cartoon or two coming on ...
So much could be said about Bunter's vomit stain, but I'll confine myself to this bite - "their fabricated ceremony would become devalued if it became mandatory."
ReplyDeleteThe thing that Bunter misses, and Dingo et al forget to mention, is why they were put together, which has fuck all to do with indigenous people per se. The key is "dancers from New Zealand and the Cook Islands". Such formalities to say, in effect, "this is our place, we can beat the tar out of you if needs be, but if you come in peace then you are welcome", are at the core of all Polynesian exchanges between strangers. They're pretty common in other areas of the Pacific too). I once had the mixed pleasure of representing visitors in such a ceremony, which included have a club waved in my face by a guy who probably could have torn me in two bare-handed. But while it is the chance for visitors to show respect to local traditions, as a ritual its a two way street, and the locals show their respect to visitors by ritually greeting them. Failing to do so pretty much conveys "oh, your here, who gives a shit?"
Dingo and Walley weren't asked to put this ceremony together as some whitefella's nod to indigenous people (if anything, its more of a cultural cringe), but as a mark of respect to the Polynesian visitors. It's not mandatory because the Government feels it has to acknowledge traditional occupancy, but because the Government feels it should show respect to visitors.
"oh, you're here..." sigh...
DeleteYeah, sympathy or empathy or just pathology or something for a sad state that afflicts all us oldies.
DeleteBut as to Billy the Bunt, well: it's always embarras de la richesse isn't it. More so than any other Murdoch-rat ... erm with the possible exception of the Bolter, the Oreo, the Devine and the Petulant Pet ...
Fierce Wankerman’s Exhortation
ReplyDelete(a reading between the lines of rage)
Australians of the Moral Right
We must eradicate this blight
Of stupid musos, greens and quacks
Of ABC and Fairfax hacks
Of urban leets who sneer and scoff
Of fools who wore their flares for Gough
Of bleeding hearts with snowflake souls
Of Cory hating PC trolls
No virtue signals will they wave
When we dispatch them to the grave
Of course I’ll lead the big showdown
When I get back from Charlottetown
Heh
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