The reptiles were at it again today with their incessant chant, "dinkum Oz clean coal, oi, oi, oi", and while the pond appreciated the chance to be distracted from the ongoing crisis in Western Civilisation, it had to mark the Caterist down and send him to the specialist late arvo slot …
The golden egg? Need anyone ask, but after all, that's what the federal government hands over cash in the paw for …
And with that traditional ritual done, it's on with the read …
Indeed, indeed, and every day people regret that the Franklin wasn't completely ruined … what a waste, what a chance for a good ruining, and how ruinous was the ruining … and remarkably no tourism jobs were ever found subsequently, and the state was ruined …
Damn you ruinous World Heritage listing, you've ruined everything.
Now about this point the pond will confess it got a tad bored by the usual Caterist rant, and turned to another reptile news item …
They're baffled?
Ah well, a few trees die, what the hell, as the pond's old mate Rod Taylor would say, pedal to the metal and "Fahfangoolah!", it's time for another dose of Caterism …
Yes, yes, dinkum clean Oz coal, oi, oi, oi and all that, coal lives, everything is fine, and the Caterist is a worthy recipient of cash in the paw …
Well we all know the real golden egg that's at stake …
But enough of rituals, it's time for a last gobbet ...
The pond can't begin to count the number of times it's been there before, watching the sheer monotony of the tin-pan aluminium siding salesman at work … preaching the end of the world, when there's clear enough signs that the preaching might well lead to the end of the world …
In fact there's clear signs right at the moment how this flip-flopping works …
Don't you believe it … as John Oliver will tell anyone willing to listen, those bloody beavers are a danger ...
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