Square this if you will ...
The fascists are at the gates! They’re in the city! Are they? Well, yes… but also no. The desire to simply label Meloni and the FDI’s complex mix of politics as fascist is a desire to have a clear-cut enemy, and revive scattered and defeated liberal and progressive confidence. ..
Well the pond wouldn't want to simply label fascists as fascists. But now to the squaring ... because this followed ..
...look also at something like the Western Australian McGowan government. While the Andrews government can be described as merely “corporate authoritarian”, the McGowan government — with its Black kids in adult prisons, its new and distinctive indefinite detention laws aimed at defendants with a series of minor convictions in crimes that have a high Black perpetrator rate — is genuinely on the outer edge of fascistic ...
Ah, so the pond can talk of being genuinely on the edge of the fascistic and that's fine. Mustn't offend Meloni, but have a go at McGowan ...
It's a fine line, but how pleasing a complex mix of politics could never be called fascist ...
Talk about complexity ... especially if you throw in some refugee and gay bashing ...
The pond has always admired how populist fascists have managed to introduce a nuance, subtlety and complexity into their slogans ...
The rest of the grundling was half baked blather featuring third rate Gramsci and fourth rate history, and once again the pond had been grundled ...
And then down in the comments section came this pair of clowns...
All the “-phobes” of the ever fearful pearl clutchers – daren’t name them for fear of the madbot.
And then the pond realised that there wasn't that much difference between Crikey and the lizard Oz, between a good grundling and the bromancer stepping out to defend Meloni, between the sort of nonsense spewed out by Glenn Greenwald and the statistics once offered up by Bob Ellis.
The pond did the right thing, left Crikey to feud with Lachy, clutched its pearls and headed over to the lizard Oz, where at least the hole in the bucket man could rail and rant without trying to confuse and conflate issues ...
By golly, he'll transport the pond back to the good old days of Arthur Miller and The Crucible, which the pond always understood to be a none too subtle parable about the Hollywood Ten, McCarthyism, and the sort of anti-Commie hysteria that littered the 1950s ...(the pond's current toilet reading is Diane Johnson's life of Dashiell Hammett, who copped six months in the clink, not to mention life as a raging alcoholic and a decline into abject poverty thanks to a remarkable case of writer's block).
But the pond digresses, on with the hole in the bucket man ...
The fire next time! The flames of vengeance ...
God gave Noah the rainbow sign, no more water but fire next time ...
It reminded the pond that when it comes to a cussin' and a cursin' and a carry on, they knew how to do it in the old days, without benefit of Twitter ...
because he was angered by his sons and daughters.
“I will hide my face from them,” he said,
“and see what their end will be;
for they are a perverse generation,
children who are unfaithful.
They made me jealous by what is no god
and angered me with their worthless idols.
I will make them envious by those who are not a people;
I will make them angry by a nation that has no understanding.
For a fire will be kindled by my wrath,
one that burns down to the realm of the dead below.
It will devour the earth and its harvests
and set afire the foundations of the mountains.
“I will heap calamities on them
and spend my arrows against them.
I will send wasting famine against them,
consuming pestilence and deadly plague;
I will send against them the fangs of wild beasts,
the venom of vipers that glide in the dust.
In the street the sword will make them childless;
in their homes terror will reign.
The young men and young women will perish,
the infants and those with grey hair...
Yes, stick that in your Twitter feed and smoke it - that smokin' Jesus, he knew about the hole in the bucket man's righteous search for vengeance, for the dispensation of those righteous flames ...
and sealed it in my vaults?
In due time their foot will slip;
their day of disaster is near
and their doom rushes upon them.”
And that final bit of prevarication is because the pond isn't going to tackle the bubble-headed booby this day, because she unleashed a cunning ploy whereby the pond, always the contrarian when there's a reptile in the vicinity, would have had to defend the mad mullahs ...
Sorry, the pond can't play that game. It can chortle at the idle fantasies of a vengeful Henry, it can laugh at talk of shame sanctions, when the reptiles are on a daily basis, completely and utterly shameless, and routinely dispense shame sanctions, but all the pond can do for the bubble-headed booby is add a coda and remind her that it's not just in the Islamic world ... it's also in the world of Faux Noise and the GOP and News Corp ...
Why, they're down there with angry Sydney Anglicans in search of complimentary women...
... or perhaps they're with the US Supreme Court ...
And so to the infallible Pope, reminding the world what the hole in the bucket man might more fruitfully have raged about ...