While others are celebrating the arrival of King Chuck III, it was business as usual below the reptile fold with black-bashing Xians, nuke-loving bubble headed boobies and the hole in the bucket man ...

 

The Queen is dead, and so the reptiles were in a top of the digital page frenzy ...

Long live King Chuck III, though the only sign the pond could see of Chuck in the revolving images of doom at the top of the lizard Oz involved a nostalgic family snap out on the lawn ...

But already King Chuck III has been busy ...

It would of course be wrong to blame the death on having to deal with the trussing of the nation, though it must have been a test, and now the monarchist reptiles will have to grit their teeth and celebrate a genuine eccentric on the throne ...

When the first decree involves global warming, what will they do?

Meanwhile, below the fold, the reptiles had failed to keep up, and it was business as usual ...

What a dull and predictable lot, and yet there was a novel twist to the day's proceedings because the reptiles dug out a """ Xian for the daily serve of black bashing, and what a contemptible serve it was ...

There was more than a whiff of the sort of priceless attitude celebrated by in all this ...

 

All they needed to add was Xian white Anglo-Saxon male, mad as hell and not gunna take those pesky, difficult, uppity blacks any longer, and as for Xian love, forget it ...

What a seething mass of hostility and hate, though it does help the pond understand why Xians were front and centre in fucking over the Aboriginal population from the very first days of the invasion ... and he's blessed with all the usual guff, including CRT and big words like "postmodern" ...

And yet ...

That story here, but on with the speaking in tongues ...

Ah dead, and there was the pond thinking of the Tower of Babel ...

Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. As people moved eastward, they found a plain in Shinar[ and settled there.

They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”

But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”

So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel—because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.

And sure enough there came an Xian blathering nonsense in tongues, apparently unaware that some of us don't think much of the long absent lord ... as if there's ever going to be any unity between a barking mad fundamentalist and a sensible secularist ...

And then, as if this serve of black bashing wasn't enough, along came a standard bit of nuke worshipping from the bubble-headed booby ...

The reptiles are never going to give up on this one ...

Enough already with the SMRs ...the pond has not the foggiest idea of why the bubble-headed booby fancies herself as an energy expert, and the pond is truly bored by the reptile monomania, and yet cartoons about fossil fuels seem a little dated ...

... now that the reptiles' love of coal seems to be slip-sliding away and they've become infatuated with the notion of nuking the planet, and nuking the world, anything but renewables ...

Economic complexity? And then the bubble-headed booby reduces sundry countries to a single industry, as in "Switzerland has banking, and Taiwan has computer chips."

The stupidity was too monstrous for the pond to contemplate and so there was a rush to get through the final gobbet ... with the cheese-eating surrender monkeys suddenly an inspiration, which will produce rich ironies when the pond finally gets around to the hole in the bucket man for its bonus ...

If this is the best the reptiles can do in support of nuking the country, it's on about a par as bringing on a barking mad Xian fundamentalist to do their daily black bashing ...

While on the matter of energy and before turning to our Henry for the final word, the pond couldn't help but note that the lizard Oz editorialist was also harping on the same theme ...

Who do they get to churn this anonymous guff out on a daily basis, expecting someone to pay attention.

Never mind, at least there was a reference to the Midwinter ball ... which was a great relief, because the pond had been wondering how it could do a segue to that celebratory Wilcox cartoon ...

Now back for a final lizard Oz ed gobbet ...

What a disappointment. A classic opportunity to echo the bubble-headed booby lost ... but there'll always be another day to nuke the country and the planet ...

And so to our Henry, and the pond has marked him down to the bottom of the page bonus because the read is as tedious as all get out ...

As the pond predicted, the nuke-loving innovative French celebrated by the bubble-headed booby are suddenly an example of perfidious backwardness ... but before we get to that, can the pond return to our Claire with an infallible Pope?

Ah, that's better, a Homer Simpson moment ...

Now the pond can cope with a wailing hole in the bucket man ...

Yes, yes, all that, but what about the nuke-loving perfidious French? The pond had promised that the cheese-eating surrender monkeys would get a good bashing, and that last gobbet was woefully misleading. Come on, hole in the bucket man, you can do it, and suddenly Claire's "the Swiss have choccies and the French have red plonk" will cop a righteous serve ...

Indeed, indeed, though strangely the pond is still busy remembering all those years of being fucked over by Coalition governments ...

Still, our hole in the bucket man set the scene for an immortal Rowe, who seems to be fixated on movie references of late ...

Actually the road to Goulburn is also the road to Gundagai and what a sad and sorry old town it is ...