In which the pond has a little desiccated coconut for lunch ...

The  pond was bemused by this morning's Currish Snail tree killer front page. It's no lover of tofu, but in a pinch, if forced to search for food, it'd prefer tofu to a relentless diet of coal …

But enough of that, because this morning Henry "hole in the bucket" Ergas was indignant, and as it involved ABC bashing, naturally he was pushed to the top of the digital queue and given the revolving hall of fame treatment …

Dear sweet long absent lord, had he been blessed with the Lobbecke of the day?

The pond rushed off to check the tweets …

It certainly looked like the hand of the master, and for once the tweets were alive with all sorts of responses …

That bit about the Pope naturally got the pond curious … the ABC fact check was here, but the pond preferred to head off to the National Catholic Reporter here for its homily …

Well even the pond can remember the fate of mortal sinners, thanks to the Dominican nuns who bashed it into the pond's head ...

Oh dear, it looks like the Murdochians, including the wretches at the Catholic Boys' Daily, might be off to an eternity of hellfire, unless they confess their grievous sins and repent …though the pond was pleased that climate science and facts had also been mentioned, because it gave the pond another chance to mention that story at The Atlantic,  about Antarctica losing mass and ice, and another chance to run that spiffy graph …

The pond is sorry, these days reading the reptiles requires endless distractions, and repetitions in the reptile manner, but now it's on with the long-suffering desiccated coconut otherwise known as Henry …

Well the pond has to hand it to the desiccated coconut.

It takes some fair degree of imaginative hysteria to conjure up out of a mundane argument about data a reference to Kafka's The Trial … and the coconut scores a bonus point for not mentioning Orwellian …

As for the argument about stats, the desiccated one presented his own graph …

Now setting aside the arcana, what was the point of Henry's exercise, and why did Fraser Anning seize on it?

Well the answer's clear enough in the comments section below, because Henry and Anning and the lizards of Oz knew that a dog whistle would summon the hounds …

Ah there's nothing like the smell of Islam bashing in the morning to get the reptiles going …keep on, valiant Henry, keep on ...

Indeed, indeed, reading the lizard Oz, it's almost impossible to get any sense of an anti-Islamic, anti-ABC, anti-tofu stance on a daily basis … why, just read the very giving way that Henry's readers responded to his wise words …

Oh that John is a keen reader, the bots are alive and well …

And now watch as wise Henry sugar coats his final words ...

Oh come on Henry, come clean and play it straight.

What's this toffy nonsense about "None of that should be read as endorsing Anning's views, some of whose comments I find offensive."

Please, don't dissemble, don't dance around the point. This Kafka-ish nightmare of skirting the truth must stop.

We all know what you mean, we readers of the lizard Oz. We all know the point of presenting the data, whether you accept it was skewed or not, we all know what you really meant with the cluck-clucking and the tut-tutting about dealing with the facts and facing the facts rather than wishing them away.

Please allow the pond to parse your meaning, so that we might avoid any hint of Kafka-induced or Orwellian-invoked nightmarish niceties ...

Those fucking dole-bludging, welfare-devouring, lazy Islamic bludgers, with their funny clothing and silly beliefs, are rorting the system with their rat-cunning, and it's a fucking outrage and a scandal, and they must stop it at once, or be shipped abroad, and certainly more of the leeches must be stopped from coming here …

The government should propose an English language test on the virtues of bacon and pork, and that'll soon sort them out …what have we got to lose from a return to the good old days of a White Australia language test and all the dog whistling involved in that?

As for that bloody ABC, it should be sold off at once, perhaps to the Murdochians, who would know exactly what to do with it, because there's simply no need for an alternative, tofu-laden voice in this fair land … not when Moorice and Bjorn can replace that dreadful Robin Williams as science program presenters ...

Or some such thing …

And now speaking of tofu, and climate science, it's time for a cartoon …

Oh sheesh, only a few sleeps and there'll be an Oreo to devour… and she'll likely have a thing to say about those deviant Islamics and the importance of Christian crusading …