In which the pond spends an idle Saturday morning with a couple of lizard Oz hate merchants ...

Ten million smackeroos?! Talk about big spenders, talk about bright lights and big cities … or perhaps talk about an even sillier, monstrously stupid splash aimed apparently at helping Gladys …

It's curious? It's even curiouser how our Adam could attempt to compare and contrast a digitally wired nation with improving the private and corporate boxes on a couple of sports fields …

Well the pond couldn't go there. Surrealism had its day in the last century, and besides, the ever-reliable Dame Slap was out and about with an even better absurdity …

Dame Slap proposing tolerance? Dame Slap worried about tearing down opponents? 

The pond immediately scored a bookies' bag and began running a tote all up on the first moment that Dame Slap would produce more heat than light and tear down an opponent …but sadly the only punters the pond could find wouldn't accept the very short odds on offer …

But, butt, billy goat, but, the entire business model of the lizards of Oz, their tabloid companions, and Sky after dark is to be an outrage industry. 

And polarised politics didn't create  that business model. Chairman Rupert and his minions did. They are the ones in a state of constant outrage, whipping up up anger, creating fear and loathing …(and to prove the point, down below the pond will introduce the dog botherer, minor war criminal and master of the art of outrage …)

It was Dame Slap, after all, who donned the MAGA cap and swanned out into the street hoping to provoke, and anyone who is a Donald follower is surely someone who has no time for wisdom, reading, tolerance, or differing points to view…

And so to the first moment where the pond would have been willing to pay out to punters, if anybody had been silly enough to pay the pond double for being right... 

But, butt, Billy goat, butt, here's the thing. When the mutton Dutton said Fraser had made a mistake letting in Lebanese Muslims, he wasn't talking about immigration policy. He was doing a dog whistle of the worst kind, smearing an entire group and a religion. That's not a debate, that's just old school deep north plod fear mongering.

In the same way, the onion muncher frequently found the existence of homosexuals and their insistence on gay marriage offensive, and kept on saying it over and over again … and ditto his climate science denialism, and now look where that history has got him …

Never mind, see the moment where the coins began to clink out of the Dame Slap poker machine?

Count the cash: the indignation at GetUp, Sara Saleh (kinda funny name), the ABC, and Twitter … and then there was lazy groupthinker Alison Carabine …

… as if lazy groupthink was a phenomenon unknown in reptile la la land, seeing as how this typical set of targets fits into the reptile group thinking, week in, week out.

And how had Carabine offended the Dame?

So there's your balanced, calm, refusal to tear down opponents and instead engage in rational discourse. 

Rant about blinkered three legged high moral horses, throw all the blame on the Europeans, berate the ABC some more, abuse their intellectual muscle mass, call students a bunch of mindless sheep incapable of thinking for themselves, defend the Ramsay Centre, and never mind that the reptiles routinely hailed it as an important way of elevating white Western Civilisation, explain how even if the Europeans were all to blame, we must study wise European thinkers, and then as a capper dismiss an opponent as blathering utter nonsense …

What was the theme again? 

Consider yourself torn down wretched Reimer, but at least we've produced much heat, and found no need for light… just more fearless crusaders crusading away with the same passion as the original mob heading off to the Holy Land ...

But, butt, Billy goat, dragging in world war II is the last refuge of the desperate, a scoundrel patriot argument passing as a debating point …

And Brown is a Milo groupie, and she is notorious, and a nanosecond's googling would provide ample evidence … 

This just one tweet in favour of a man the federal government found a little too hot to handle in the current climate …

But butt Billy goat, she sounds just like Dame Slap defending the indefensible.

The pond shouldn't be surprised: the entire Dame Slap business model invokes the yoke of extremism that hates difference, especially if the difference is greenie, leftie, the ABC, cardigan wearers snowflakes and such like …

But didn't she get in some jolly good licks by shouting at everyone in the vicinity … even if it's true she didn't quite go the full Milo and Brown …because here's Brown showing her Milo style ...

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But Dame Slap did put in a good word for Brown and so for Milo, and lo, let there be heat for spineless cunts …

And with all that heat and tearing down of opponents, what better way to top it off than with a serve of the dog botherer …

Oh roll the jaffas down the aisle, not the hate merchants at the lizard Oz ranting about toxic debate and leftist vitriol yet again… 

How do do it? Why by adopting the Dame Slap model and offering a toxic assault, and barking mad, howling abuse, in the direction of the moon, lefties, the ABC, academics and all the rest of the usual mob …typical lizard Oz commentary of the classic kind …

Well the pond's offering no odds about when the dog botherer will stick in the boot. He's not wearing his patented, steel-capped Clockwork Orange droog boots for nothing …

Say what? A massacre of Muslims won't draw us closer to that terrible sense of vulnerability to which many Muslim communities have become accustomed?

It could have been more bizarre, he could have substituted Christians for Muslims, but please allow the pond to pre-empt a little of the rest of dog botherer's rant.

You see, for years the Murdochians have made out like bandits demonising Muslims, and refugees and such like … and then suddenly they had to deal with an event that was uncomfortably a little too close to home…

Deflection and avoidance has been a growth industry these past few weeks, with the Europeans to blame and the terrorist not at all home grown … and yet ...

(More Wilcox here)

Would they be contrite, might they even apologise, might they promise to do better? Nope, they'd head off into their denialism fortress, pull up the drawbridge and shout abuse from across the moat …and perhaps offer a bit of both siderism to boot ...

A cesspit, green-left spite, balanced by a sprinkling of hard right bile? Well we shall see what we shall see...

In the interim, a correction: surely the Murdochian 'leet commentary has seldom looked so puerile, intolerant, defensive and outraged …

As for Twitter, doesn't it just do what the Donald does on a daily basis? You know the Donald that the MAGA hat-wearing Dame Slap slipped out into the New York night to celebrate? The one who conducts government business by Twitter, no matter the chaos and confusion it produces, whether it be North Korea or the Golan Heights (just to mention a couple of the more recent outings). 

And speaking of caps …

But Dr Freud, what's the real problem here with the dog botherer and Twitter? 

Well Dr Jung, it's common amongst narcissists with personality disorders, and it frequently involves them mistaking their own navel fluff for that of the world's …

And there's your balanced debating and discussion in a dog bothering nutshell.

You see, the dog botherer can't actually get enough of the abuse, the hostility and the anger. It probably gives him an endorphin hit, and twiddling a few thumbs is a heck of a lot easier than running the marathon …just as pounding a key board must be a cathartic way to assault all and sundry …

And how can the pond say that about his furious scribbling? 

Well as soon as someone says "so-called", they've abandoned any desire for coherent thought or logical argument, in favour of a default negative connotation. It's the sort of usage you find amongst the "so-called" journalists at the lizard Oz ...

Oh they don't like it up 'em, do they?

There they were, frolicking away, dishing it out, spreading the fear, whipping up the hate, doing a fine lot of mongering, without a care in the world, and suddenly the chooks came home to roost …and then how they squawked when the record over the years was hauled out and looked at. Oh they don't like it up 'em, do they? Not when it's there in black and white, on the telly and over the airwaves ...

But the pond has already been over the wretched, squalid Islamic-bashing behaviour of the reptiles for years, which goes way beyond pious atheists pointing out that their god is just another imaginary friend like the one the fundamentalist Xians speak in tongues to …

Never mind, no need to go over all that old rope, because it turns out that an elegant Rowe cartoon will suffice, with an elegant sufficiency of Rowe always on hand here …