In which the pond goes on a bike ride with an exhibitionist MAMIL, but plausibly denies it's in love with brown coal or onion munchers ...

Come, coal lovers, hearken unto me ...

Quite the silliest piece in the lizard Oz this day came from the Swiss bank account man, demanding that the stooges stand up and be counted, while all along, there, as bold as brass, was the head stooge himself at the top of the story …

But at least it was brief …

… and it was revealing, if nothing else of the Janus approach that the Labor party brings to any discussion of dinkum clean Oz coal, oi, oi, oi …

But this is a red herring. Who cares about the number, shape and form of faceless forelock-tuggers who allegedly signed up to a forum which disreputably tarnishes the reputation of an old warrior of the Jewish persuasion ...

A head count is just for benefit of Labor party number crunchers, an easy guide to whether Malware might be getting rolled sooner … or later ...

The forum is just a fancy word for shit-stirring, but given the ethical dilemmas, all the pond can do is talk of the onion-munching, coal nut forum, and its brazen emissary, intent on reasserting his primacy in the jungle …

Oh the reptiles were full of the tale of brave deeds …

How they laughed and clapped hands and danced with glee, and booked a fast train to the Latrobe Valley...

Look at me, look at moi, regardez-moi …

But soft, had the exhibitionism gone too far?

First the flirtation with Pauline, then the forum of onion-munching coal nutters … was it too obvious for a man renowned for his very unique* subtlety of approach? (*licensed usage from the ABC).

There had to be some plausible deniability … please, waiter, wheel in Rachel to distract, and could we have some fine figures of dominant men at the top of the piece looking particularly MAMIL-ish?

A glass of water is Ciobo's way of calming down?

Enough of that nonsense, the pond could sense a desire to savour a glass of red, on with the rest of the plausible deniability ...

A very clear choice? Between a lickspittle quisling futtock of a Richo coal-loving kind, and a futtock inclined to dissembling Ciobo doing his lickspittle quisling mealy-mouthed speak?

A desktop due diligence exercise? Top level verbiage from a blatherer of the first water. As was noted here in the comments section, it will be a very interesting high efficiency plant if it's caught dead, running on Victorian brown coal.

These are stupid people being driven ineluctably into opposition by a man whom the pond has always thought should stay at the top of its banner … a man who will do anything and everything to destroy the man who displaced him, no matter how sordid, unseemly and wretched it is …

 

A bike ride through the Latrobe Valley? Why it almost feels like a calm, meditative way to do a little problem-solving ...

Black coal, with its low moisture content, was regarded as the premier fuel for household heating, industry, and railways. The coal deposits at Cape Paterson were mined from the late 1850s, but never produced anything like enough to make Victoria selfsufficient in black coal. The search for coal was a priority for the Geological Survey from its inception. Alfred Selwyn discovered black coal at Wonthaggi as early as 1858, but it was of too poor a quality to make mining worthwhile. A thorough survey of black coal deposits of south Gippsland during the 1890s drew no better conclusion about the viability of the resource. Things changed in 1909 when a long strike by NSW coal miners caused a shortage of black coal in Victoria. Work carried out by the Geological Survey led the government to open the State Coal Mines at Wonthaggi, ensuring Victoria a degree of selfsufficiency in this vital fuel. The State Coal Mines closed in 1968. (here)

Is it any wonder that the pond has stayed the course with the onion muncher, and each day feels compelled to revive fond memories of that immortal David Rowe Easter classic?

Roll on Monday, and let the coverage from the mindless publicity stunt - look at moi - begin … and waiter, we'll need three nails sent to table quick-stix …make sure there's a long one for the feet …oh, and in the meantime, if the gruesome spectacle is too much for some folks, there's more Rowe here ...