In which the pond finally gets to clean coal and dinkum Arndt ...

Well there's a Silicon Valley Ruski moment …but enough of ancient news.

Before the pond was rudely interrupted by the Catholic wars dominating the lizard Oz, it was going to take a quick refreshing break with dinkum clean Oz coal, oi, oi, oi, which was all over the front page this day …

Oh sorry, the pond got that completely wrong … but here it is, dinkum clean Oz coal, oi, oi, oi, brought to you by the dinkum coal-burning steamship frigates of Australia … (and just remember that image the next time you read the bromancer spruiking the frigates) ...

The pond is taking a break for Easter, and will probably zoom past Liddell Hart comfortable in the knowledge that it will be revived and restored by other coal lovers …

By golly Brownie, with the greatest respect, this is pretty much a nothing story, with great emphasis on sporting prowess, but also plenty of expressions of interest, and maybes and maybe nots, with the dominant motif a yearning for coal, and the notion that there are clean-coal technologies out there ready to be plucked from the air for a song, or possibly a dance… but do go on ...

He acknowledged receipt of the email?

Why then negotiations must be fired up and in full swing then …which is a good thing, because it's long been a reptile dream, with Rowan Callick furiously scribbling about China's clean coal lesson back on 3rd April 2017 …

Indeed, indeed, and with Liddell Hart so close to the coast, seawater can undoubtedly be used to improve efficiency in the new station, Oz coal, oi, oi, oi … (does irony come across on the web?)

Why there was a graph too …

Of course though you won't find alternative graphs exploring other options, as here and here …

And yet for all the bushy-tailed, bright-eyed graphs,  there was a certain glumness in the air …

So how's the proposal to make use of Liddell Hart by the sea shaping up, there being an email and everything, and at the heart of it, clean coal, and dinkum grade too, y'all ...

And there, it seemed to the pond, was a story that said much about reptile hopes, delusions, dreams and desires, and three fifths of fuck all about anything else …

But they do love their crusades, and they'll clutch at any straw they can find ...

…and this brings the pond to the other reptile goodie that the onion muncher took the limelight away from at lunch time …

Before the pond starts, it should observe that the one thing it can't stand is women who persist in telling men what they should do ...

Fuck the pond dead, but gently please and with tenderness and passion, there's a bloody woman telling men what they should do, and even worse calling them a bunch of castrated virtue-signalling do gooders …

Does it take a woman of the Arndt kind to explain to men how men can be men by being Arndt men? 

Must everyone line up and do what Bettina says, because Bettina knows best? Seems so ...

Oh dear sweet long absent lord, the bitter irony. 

A harpie, a harridan screeching and haranguing and telling men to grow a pair and explaining to men what men must say and do if they're to become true Arndt men …

It was too rich for the pond to pass up, and now, as Bettina has provided the excuse for a few cartoons featuring a manly man doing what men must do if they're to grow a pair, please allow the Donald to take it away …