In which the pond offers the Angelic one as a late Sunday suppository ...

Okay, lizard Oz reptile boomers - a chance to use that meme! - is there something tacky about juxtaposing a picture of devastation with the Angelic one attacking millennials while discussing property?

It was even more pathetic than that other juxtaposition that reminded the pond that it had failed to pay attention to the weekend bout of Shanasplaining …

Of course it would have been poignant to contrast the oscillating fan's insights with the Angelic one's Shanasights, but the pond had much to do, so the Shanasplaining would have to suffice …

Uh huh. Okay, boomer, the pond can see where this is heading, which is why the pond won't suggest that Shanners should just piss off to Florida with the rest of the old farts …

Who'd wish that on anyone, even someone trailing a deep set of Freudian - or is it merely Catholic fundamentalist? - neuroses through this tale of the generations of suffering ...

A $900k bond for decent care? Everyone must live in the heart of a city, say somewhere in Surry Hills so it's only a stroll across the road to the office? Is it any wonder that the pond thinks that the reptiles get paid too much, and have expectations far out of whack with poor working stiffs trying to make a living until they cark it?

And is that anxiety about dementia personal, or do all the demented reptiles fear they'll finally succumb to dementia? How about an attack of agoraphobia at the thought of being made to leave home?

The family project began with nothing but a bed?

Truly, ruly, reading the Angelic one is always a reliably weird experience … but here's a tip. The forever house for reptiles is most likely a non-existent forever hell …

And speaking of hellish suffering, the pond realises that these says it fails to cover a lot of reptile scribbling - for example, the Major, back on Monday, whining about lefties, and most likely lining up to whine about lefties again tomorrow …

It's all he knows how to do, because fucked if he could find that leftie Order of Lenin medal ...

But there was one bit of reptile back story the pond simply couldn't overlook … the suffering of the onion muncher and his comrades ...

For a start, how could the pond overlook that grotesque portrait of a grotesque figure? 

It was done by Johannes Leak, the poor mug now selected by the reptiles as their lead cartoonist, without any of the talent or charm of Kudelka, and without any significant sign of being a Bill, even at his most bilious. 

Nepotism's a funny thing, sometimes it works, more often it doesn't … and so the rag slips down another rung on its desperate ladder … but strangely, that weird photogenic portrait, tragically designed to appeal to a demographic barely aware of the lizard Oz, set exactly the right tone for Morgan Begg, who seemed to turn up like a bad penny from the IPA to set up a shrieking, a moaning and a wailing ...

Now the pond left in those screen cap dead links as a reminder just how hysterical the reptiles had become about the whole sordid thing, when everyone knows that the onion muncher has been an agent of foreign influence … just look at the blithe way he's trooped around London seeking to influence the poor old Poms about their little Britain future …

We keed, we keed, it's actually because someone decided to poke a stick at a nest of conservative rattle snakes, just to listen to them rattle ...

Oh how they prattle, but look, what an earnest and sincere shot of the onion muncher, posed in a sleek post-modernist chair …

But there's no good attempting to deflect it onto the Commies. Everyone's now keen to stick their beak or their bib, or their paw, or whatever else, into everyone else's business … and if the onion muncher wanders about offering anyone who will listen his ha'penny on Brexit, who expects the Commies to act with restraint?

And so on and on, as if he was a Pom into lords and ladies, knights and dames …

Imagine some ghastly Pom coming over here explaining how we'd be much better off as a republic, rather than the crowned republic we have, which, the ghastly Pom might explain, is a Claytons delusion of the Flinty onion munching kind …

But you know how it is with these conservative types. They expect they can roam around telling everyone their business, and are startled when they discover the colonial era is disappearing up its fundament ...

Ah, it's the old deep state raga, a riff that always keeps on giving, but conservatives really do get out and about too much, Roman in demeanour and Latinate in speech …

We keed, we keed, all the pond really wanted to do was see another picture of the onion muncher, a reminder that we could be scoring more farewells than Melba (or should that be John Farham?) over the next few years … 

And now, back to that wicked deep state acting with malevolent intent, by following a law passed by a Liberal government ...

That reminds the pond. Has anyone ever actually worked out who funds the Institute of Public Affairs?Oh sure there's Gina and the Hancock mob, but could Morgan be so sensitive because he too is an agent for foreign influence? A hack churning out copy for corporate agendas? (here)

Monsanto, big tobacco, big energy, multinationals, climate denialists, coal lovers and so on and so forth, and still they think they can parade around, sticking their noses into politics without being told to reveal their funding or to shut up …

And now, this … though it hardly qualifies as a treat, more just an example of how the dog botherer has been rabbiting on for years about climate science, made all the more startling by the recent exceptional bushfire events in New South Wales and Queensland, still posing extreme danger even as the pond types …

Poor old crow eaters, what with porn and the dog botherer rife, but there is relief, because the pond couldn't help notice that Foxtel link, which the pond made sure was deader than a nail or a dodo …because, flash forward to the Foxtel present …

Meanwhile, back in the crow eater time machine, the dog botherer was blathering in his usual way …

The pond couldn't help think of the dog botherer being so flip, especially as we're now experiencing a really remarkable event in the bush … 

Well there was little the pond could do to compensate people for their losses, of life, and property, but at least there was an upside in a business sense …

Well there's more at Nine here, and meanwhile, there's the dog botherer getting agitated about being called a denier, despite his repeated denials, while being most generous with his use of 'alarmist', as if there's nothing to be alarmed about ...

Suffice to say, there's no point in arguing with a zealot or a moron, always in search of some exception which allows everything to be tossed aside … but how strange it is to see this, while in areas well known to the pond, in New South Wales, and California, the world burns, and not in an average way, but with explosive, incendiary, record-breaking force ...

No doubt we'll get more dog botherer tosh about the records currently being set …

And what has the dog botherer had to offer for year upon year? Denialist blather ...

No, you fuckwit, only fuckwits talk about science as a religion, and only fuckwits use religion as an excuse to avoid addressing the actual science …

It takes a considerable act of stupidity to be as deluded as the Donald, but somehow in his own ineffable way, the dog botherer has managed it for years …what a pretty pair they make.