Temptations, temptations … as the serpent slithers from his tree and holds out his apple of "do nothing, and all will be well" … and yet if surveys are any guide, the dog botherer and the reptiles at large have already lost this climate science denialism battle with the young …
That doesn't stop them from trying. Oh there were a flurry of stories out and about this day, trying to generate alarm and panic at the prospect of doing anything … with the tree killer edition in a fine old frenzy ...
And with Lloydie and Dame Groan doing some of the heavy lifting …
But climate science denialism and love of dinkum true blue Oz coal and the mantra of do nothing are so tedious and boring, there's only so much the pond can take in a year … and besides, there were other temptations, as the reptiles hit peak loonacy in the silly election season …
Freedom boy in company with Margaret Court? Of course, two loons in a pea pod of pond pleasure …
Well done Paige, getting a loon like Court on to the court put freedom boy in the company he deserves … but the pond had already made the fatal mistake of reading a reptile worried about the money and what certain sponsors might do, especially one company currently headed by a man Folau had just consigned to hellfire for all eternity …
Say what? An Xian lied, an Xian promised to do one thing, and then did another? The pond blames it on the Donald ...
Uh huh, and perhaps that explains the follow-up story today …
Lordy, sweet long absent lordy, he's a goner, and he doesn't seem to know it, and neither do all those indignant reptiles?
Well the pond resented the time it had spent on a game it has never watched, and which could vanish tomorrow, and still mean nothing to the pond, all the more so because it distracted the pond from an epic bout of keening and wailing and sighing, which could in time come to be considered a reptile masterpiece.
Come on down bromancer with a tale of woe that puts fundamentalist Xians with a martyr complex in their place. Show us a genuine persecuted, miserable martyr …
By golly the numbers for the onion muncher must be looking really bad.
How else to explain all the weeping and the wailing and the flailing about?
There was Matt Kean doing his best over at the Nine rags, and the twitterati erupting at the onion muncher here, and now the bromancer has decided it's time to pour fuel on the fire ...
The pond was frantic. Could this be the end of the onion muncher? Mother of mercy, is this the end of little Rico of Warringah?
Every line the bromancer wrote reeked of rampant despair ...
Just imagine if someone from the Christian lobby saying they found the existence of politicians offensive?
Why the reptiles would rush off to Freedom boy and Margaret Court to defend the Xian's right to say it, and might, for good measure, conclude that it was probably a fair point … since those bloody politicians are probably doomed to an eternity in hell …
Never mind, just admire the romancer in full rhetorical flight, blathering on about Soviet propaganda in Pravda down under …
It's too rich, and too funny, as if somehow it was only the ABC that thought that the onion muncher, with his destruction of the Labor party and his destruction of Malware and his destruction of the NBN and his destruction of climate science and his many other destructive attitudes and destructive policies hadn't managed to make him the most destructive politicians of his generation.
Why he made the spiteful chairman Rudd seem like a rank amateur in his destructiveness…
How quickly they forget these reptiles … how they yearn for their beloved, and yet how they fear the worst ...
Yes, the bitterness, the bile, the fear and the loathing … it's all someone else's fault, it's nothing to do with the sweet, innocent onion muncher, as the bromancer returns to comfort his one true love in his desperate hour of need …by golly, that private polling must be an exciting read, though nearly not as excited as the bromancer ...
Say what about the Nine papers? Didn't they just run a puff piece by Matt Kean? Wasn't it a fine bit of click-bait trolling? Didn't it produce over five hundred comments? What more could they do?
The pond felt the urgent need to console the bromancer. You see, we've recently been told by the reptiles that Ming the merciless should inspire us. Well, Ming knew when it was time to go, and Malware himself, in his Mingian lordly way, went away when told to do so … only the onion muncher, being a bit thick, has resolutely failed to heed the message, and so might end up doing a John Howard, and that's all on him.
Why? Because he's ill-equipped to do anything else in life. He's singularly useless, without a meaningful skill set, but there's hope even for onion-munching dumbos. He could do a Mark Latham, reconcile with Pauline, and get himself an upper house seat, and slumber out his days … or he could simply bugger off and live on his parliamentary pension.
It wouldn't be the end of the world …
Only the bromancer could lather up this sort of hysteria about an untalented man being given the boot, when everyone knows that if a door closes, all that needs to be done is open another. Why his very lack of qualifications could make him an expert opinion writer for the lizard Oz, with climate science his speciality …week after week, he could demonstrated to the world his rich understanding of matters beyond his destructive ken ...
And now to another piece of pond misery. The reptiles had already warned that they were in search of a new culture wars warrior, and thought they had found him …
No doubt that apocalyptic talk of empty lecture theatres and the world taken over by Martians was the sort of sublime nonsense the reptiles expected in this area, but the pond was indignant.
What of dashing Donners? What of the local home grown warrior? Why turn to Bauerlein when Donners knew how to talk of the neo-Marxists and the long march by Gramsci through the institutions?
How wretched of the reptiles to turn to a cheap import, and abandon Donners …
Oh fucketty fuck, this is entirely wrong. He's already had two pars, and there's no mention of the neo-Marxists … just a simplistic, half-arsed division of the world into traditionalists and multiculturalists …
Why the man is clueless, and it sounds as if he's about to embark on a bit of academic pedantry, as if that will somehow stop the long march …
Uh huh. But why not mention that Pound was barking mad and a Mussolini lover to boot …
Knowing such things is hardly a novel notion, and it helps understand the works, and their authors, and it provides more insights that some dunderhead blathering on about romantic passion lifting students above the easy pleasures of modern love …
Who is this loon, why does he rabbit on about the world in this way? Is he some wan ascetic, who between his Wagner moments, lashes himself into a frenzy in the Grainger way? Might not he be better off with a fuck in the Henry Miller style, or at least a wank, as a way of avoiding his congenital tendency to academic wankery?
Through it all the pond was haunted by memories of poor, abandoned dashing Donners. He would never have carried on like this, like some second rate humbug poor person's Harold Bloom … he would have shouted out warnings about the slippery slope and the downhill slide ...
Dear sweet long absent lord, he even drew attention to Harold Bloom … as if to parade his own second-rate credentials and trade off on the masters ...
Once again, it's as if the entire twentieth century had been erased from the conservative mind, and anti-semitism and love of Mussolini wasn't so bad, because you can forgive artists and their acolytes anything …
The pond had never imagined it would say it, but the reptiles must bring back Donners.
Sure the keyboard pounds out the same dross, week in, week out, as if Donners had overdosed on shortcuts, but it's our local dinkum dross … and at least Donners is honest enough to reveal his fundamentalist anti-Marxist Catholic agenda, instead of wittering on about labours of love winning over labours of censure …
By golly, Dean Swift would have taken that sort of Big Endian pious bilge and blather to the cleaners, and so the pond feels absolutely no guilt turning to the infallible Pope for a reminder of the real world, with more papal insights hopefully at the end of this link …
"Once again, it's as if the entire twentieth century had been erased from the conservative mind..."
ReplyDeleteNo, not the entire C20th, DP; conservatives have this well developed knack of being able to simply ignore large parts of every century. Go back to 'ancient' Greece, and even further, and exhibiting their deeply selective attention, all that conservatives will acknowledge is the bits that they think make them look good.
So indeed there is a C20th, but not one in which any of their revered 'Western Civilisation' believers were Mussolini admirers, and to accuse them of any misdemeanors is just activating "the school of resentment".
Not entirely unlike the Bromancer's view of Abbott really: any attribution of faults to him is just showing the "identity politics" of his accusers.
Well, I dunno about you, DP, but personally I could never get anywhere into the Wasteland. Long, pretentious, dull and boring for mine. But I thought I might post a few last words from Eric the Pinko, anyway:
ReplyDelete"If you present Socialism in a bad and misleading light — if you let people imagine that it does not mean much more than pouring European civilisation down the sink at the command of Marxist prigs — you risk driving the intellectual into Fascism. You frighten him into a sort of angry defensive attitude in which he simply refuses to listen to the Socialist case. Some such attitude is already quite clearly discernible in writers like Pound, Wyndham Lewis, Roy Campbell, etc., in most of the Roman Catholic writers and many of the Douglas Credit group, in certain popular novelists and even, if one looks below the surface, in so-superior conservative highbrows like Eliot and his countless followers."
Ah yes the Wasteland.
ReplyDeleteNever mind of course that the principal expression of the Wasteland in the 21st century was/is "reality"-TV. And that the consummate "avatar" of such "reality"-TV is now the President of Amerika.
Recently Bauerlein expressed his approval of the Trump agenda. Not much beauty to be found there. Only hell-deep wall-to-wall ugliness and in-your-face vulgarity.
Another principal vector of the Wasteland culture is of course tabloid "news"-papers, a principal example of which was Murdoch's UK Daily Mirror.