A correspondent kindly reminded the pond of this image, long forgotten by the pond after the cartoonist veered off into la la land ...
Somehow it seemed to fit the reptiles this day, and this delicious parade at the HUN ...
Poor Bolter. After all that screeching and yammering, that's the best he can do? Why it's like that mob gathered at the bowling club bar ...
Way beyond the valley of the delusional and the sublimely impotent ...
Now the pond had no dog in the fight, not being Victorian or able to vote in Victoria, but as another correspondent noted, the state election was a reminder that, for all the huffing and puffing of the HUN, and the lizard Oz, they're supremely irrelevant on occasion and can be safely ignored.
The HUN mainly exists to cater to the form of mass hysteria known as the AFL, and the ranting ratbags of the far right have done little to help or change minds or voting patterns, except perhaps to help the Victorian Liberal party indulge in yet another bout of self-harm ...
Luckily the pond never bothers with the Bolter and the HUNsters, but the lizard Oz reptiles were at it again today, in search of a messiah ... while simplistic Simon felt the need to rope the mutton Dutton into the disaster ...
Oh Fergo, Fergo, that's the best you can do to redeem the disaster? Josh as the new Messiah?
And did simplistic Simon really have to drag the poor mutton Dutton into the mess, and reduce him to wondering why the Liberal party in Victoria is full of barking mad fundamentalists, many of the Xian kind?
Trooly, rooly believing all that stuff about dictator Dan and Covid, when the majority of Victorians seemed to realise that you needed to be alive if you wanted to be able to beef about dictatorships, and that maybe beefing about masks and vaccines wasn't the best way to beef ...
The sullen, surly reptiles matched that leering snap of a smirking Dutton with a snap of sinister comrade Dan in the tree killer edition...
There was another bout of Lisa Wilkinson tedium at the top of the page, and the notion that negotiation regarding a bill was "giving ground", as opposed to arriving at an agreement - once considered a political art form - and lo, a snap of comrade Dan glaring out at the reptiles and vowing to serve a full term ...
And all the Bolter could do was urge him to resign.
Yes, it was a day to drink reptile tears, and the pond was almost tempted to indulge in a jug of Fergo ...
Just like Nemo? But was Fergo referring to Captain Nemo or some latter day Pixar imposter? The pond will never know, because instead of drinking Fergo's tears, the pond was made to eat its daily dose of reptile climate science denialist gruel ...
Indeed, indeed, it was a Sydney lawyer, historian, company director and writer casting a learned, informed eye over energy, climate science and the whole damned thing ...
And so with gruel done, it was time to wash it down with reptile tears, and who could provide a tastier glass of tears than that Kirribilli lad moaning about inner city 'leets ... (but having lived in Kirribilli for a time, the pond learned the hard way that Kirribilli was where rough, tough members of the worst of the working class and the lumpenproletariat eked out a miserable hand to mouth existence, forced to make a stew out of the jacaranda flowers on McDougall street, the pond's preferred street, as it fronted the park, and you could amble down to contemplate the harbour, as rough lumpenproletariat types munching on their flower stew are wont to do).
Now on with the Kirribilli lad's talk of inner city utopian fantasies, because you don't get to be an expert floodwaters in quarries whisperer by living in Kellyville ...
The barking mad Family First fundamentalists are the way forward? That's something to contemplate ... especially as they're blathering about the virtue signalling 'leets living in leafy suburbs full of jacarandas ... who could they be thinking of?
The pond thinks the caption on this one was meant to read ... "um we'lll learn from this", but it came out mangled ... still, the visual captures something of the reptile way ...
And so to a bonus, because what's a Monday without a Major outing?
The Major does run on for quite a few gobbets, but that's because the reptiles leavened him with snaps, as you do when confronted with the tricky business of trying to beguile readers through a boring old fart ...
TK News, Hunter's laptop and all that? The pond began to think of the Major as one of those festering old farts that infest the full to overflowing intertubes ...
Did the Major just scribble about those people prepared to pay for an unfair and unbalanced faux noise?
But how kind of him to list all those sites that are free ... and remind the mug punters who paid for his guff that they were just a bunch of suckers forking over their readies for the Murdochian combine.
In wrapping up, the pond might note that other publications open up their archives, and as the pond has already mentioned The New Yorker, after swallowing all that Major guff, why not head off for a sorbet ...
It was Andrew Marantz way back on 8th January 2018, who wrote How “Fox & Friends” Rewrites Trump’s Reality...
President Trump woke up on November 3rd, turned on the television, and started tweeting shortly before 7 a.m. “Everybody is asking why the Justice Department (and FBI) isn’t looking into all of the dishonesty going on with Crooked Hillary & the Dems,” he typed. “People are angry.” By “everybody” and “people,” he seemed to mean, as he often does, the three anchors of the top-rated cable morning show, “Fox & Friends,” who happened to be discussing that very topic live on air, deploying their trademark brand of folksy, disingenuous outrage.
Soon afterward, one of the co-hosts said, “And now the President is tweeting about this.”
“I think he’s tweeting right now!” another said. The thin fourth wall between Trump and his TV had been broken once again.
In the Fox News studio, the fresh tweets were displayed in bold type on a thirty-foot-wide screen, Trump’s larger-than-life Twitter avatar peering, Rushmore-like, into the middle distance. (Presumably, the real Trump, in the Presidential bedroom, peered back, an elderly youth gazing into a shallow pool.) A co-host read the tweets aloud, and then, completing the feedback loop, said, “This has been the question that people have had about Hillary Clinton and her campaign.” By “people,” she seemed to mean, as the anchors of “Fox & Friends” often do, Donald Trump.
“Fox & Friends” ended at nine. Moments later, Trump arrived on the South Lawn of the White House, answered a few questions from reporters, and left for a ten-day trip to Asia. A few days into the trip, en route from China to Vietnam, he walked to the rear of Air Force One, where the press corps was sitting, to deliver some off-the-cuff remarks. “I know they like to say—people that don’t know me—they like to say I watch television,” he said. “People with fake sources—you know, fake reporters, fake sources. But I don’t get to watch much television, primarily because of documents. I’m reading documents a lot.”
This was weird, even by Trump’s standards. For one thing, “reading documents a lot” is high on the list of activities it’s nearly impossible to imagine Trump doing, along with foraging, Pilates, and introspection. For another, no one on the plane had said anything about television. It later became clear that the impetus for Trump’s outburst was an e-mail he’d just received from the Times—a list of fifty-one fact-checking questions for an article about him. Of these, he felt compelled to respond, indirectly, to just one, about his “prodigious television watching habits.” When the piece came out, it reported that Trump begins his day by watching TV in bed, where he “tweets while propped on his pillow.” (Trump, on Twitter: “Wrong!”)
Trump has been candid about his TV dependency for years. In a 1997 interview with Howard Stern, he described escaping from his own wedding reception—his second, when he married Marla Maples—as quickly as possible to look at coverage of the wedding. “I ran back and turned on the television,” he said. (A diagnostic test called the Television Addiction Scale asks subjects to agree or disagree with several statements, including “When I am unable to watch television, I miss it so much that you could call it ‘withdrawal.’ ”) During his trip to Asia, he tweeted, “I was forced to watch @CNN, which I have not done in months, and again realized how bad, and FAKE, it is. Loser!” Of course, apart from rare circumstances (jury duty, North Korea, “Get Out”), no one, much less the President of the United States, is ever “forced” to watch TV. One imagines Trump writhing in pain, using his tie as a blindfold, while his staff scrambles to find him more documents to read.
On a recent morning, a chyron on “Fox & Friends” read “study: 90% recent trump coverage is negative.” The study—by the Media Research Center, a right-wing nonprofit whose declared “sole mission is to expose and neutralize the propaganda arm of the Left: the national news media”—came up several times during the broadcast, as did an F.B.I. agent’s anti-Trump text messages, a pair of offensive socks that Colin Kaepernick had worn once in 2016, and the fact that it was very cold outside. Morning TV relies on constant repetition, the assumption being that most viewers, unlike the President, will be too busy to watch for long. (A chart of Trump’s 2017 tweets, created by a University of Chicago graduate student and plotted by time of day, reveals an unmistakably dense band between 6 a.m. and 9 a.m., when “Fox & Friends” is on the air.)
“Wow, more than 90% of Fake News Media coverage of me is negative,” Trump tweeted. He ended the tweet by naming his source, as well as his favorite exception: “@foxandfriends.”
Every morning begins with an artificial L.E.D. sunrise, all teal and goldenrod, like an orange-juice carton come to life. The camera starts on the bottom floor of Fox News’ lavish main studio, then glides upward—past a translucent staircase, past thirty-foot windows overlooking a still dark Sixth Avenue, past innumerable video screens—until it locates the three co-hosts, perched on their signature white “curvy couch.”
There's a lot more, but really the cartoon at the top said it all, a reminder that, when it comes to understanding how deeply weird the Murdochian love of a wannabe autocrat and preening narcissist, the last place you should arrive at in your A to B travels is the Major's tired, aged, out to pasture conspiracy-laden noggin ... shouldn't he just be settled in front of the telly for a dose of alternate reality?
Dunno about jugs of fergo, but how about pictures of journos ? Recalling the recent pictures of The Bromancer, and spotting the curent pic of NickC (bottom left) took my eyes to the picture of Maj. Mitch. which has basically been the same one for quite a long while now. So when are we going to get an actual, up-to-date image of the Major ? He really doesn't look quite that young any more, does he ?
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"the virtue signalling 'leets living in leafy suburbs full of jacarandas" Actually it's the delightful grevillea robusta at this time of year in the streets of Melbourne. Jacarandas are for later.
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GB,
DeleteThose grevillea robustas are stunning. But ever since DP awhile back first
shared some photos of Sydney's Jacaranda lined streets I became a
fan of them, just beautiful. In a lot of ways Australia is indeed "the Lucky
Country", I never cease to be amazed at all the beauty you can readily
access by a short road trip.
I get you have societal problems and the historically utterly unjust treatment
of Aborigine Australians has yet to be properly addressed.
But at the end of the day you could make the case you live in one of the
most favored places on the planet.
Yes I know I am in a sense a precocious freshman in the field of
Aussie Studies 101, but there is a lot to admire.
I have noted it before but Australians seem to be universally liked,
I have never heard anyone ever say a word against you lot.
And I am not kissing your collective tookuses either, I can't abide
a crawler, the kind you have to tie a rope to their ankle so they
don't get lost up there.
The grevilleas are at least natives, JM, unlike the south American jacarandas. But indeed streets of jacaranda do occur, and there's one - every tree in the street itself is a jacaranda - that I pass by regularly that should be blooming 'real soon now'.
DeleteThanks for those kind words about us Aussies, I think it's just that we've never been seen as much of a threat to anybody, but I'd also like to think that we do exhibit some basic decency as well.
Angertainment! Love it.
ReplyDeleteWho coined "by the right wing angertainment complex, mostly Murdoch"?
DP said "the ranting ratbags of the far right have done little to help or change minds or voting patterns, except perhaps to help the Victorian Liberal party indulge in yet another bout of self-harm".
Via, the top hat 'leet "This is, in large part, dictated by the right wing angertainment complex, mostly Murdoch, which claims to speak for "the base" overlooking the fact that the "base" of any political party are those that habitually vote for it (dramatically ignored in the last federal election)..
— Malcolm Turnbull (@TurnbullMalcolm) November 27, 2022"
Very nice - always good to see the team fighting among themselves. Truffles, being somewhat more intelligent than the rest, can do a good excoriation.
Delete“The angertainment media can monetise narrow audiences with divisive hate filled bile - but it is too narrow for electoral success”
&
“I gather Michael Kroger (who has presided over the self destruction of the Victorian Division) is claiming Danslide #1 in 2018 was my doing. In fact it was in large part caused by Victorian resentment against the right wing coup that ended my time as PM”
If you didn’t know who Kroger was you could probably work it out from his previous relationship with Dame Slap, and if you didn’t know who she was you could work the other way to an understanding.
Reading Dame Slap on Discipline yesterday, I was reminded of "Cole's Patent Whipping Machine for Flogging Naughty Boys in School". It's number five in this sequence of photos: https://edition.cnn.com/2017/12/06/health/gallery/history-of-spanking/index.html
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ReplyDeleteHi Dorothy,
ReplyDeleteI realise The Oz sacked all the sub-editors many moons ago and left all the content control to foul mouthed alcoholics but they really should try for a bit more consistency now and then.
First we get this splash;
“‘Our polling was sh*t’: Libs blame game begins”
Sh*t instead of Shit isn’t saving anybodies blushes so why bother and if you are going to blame the polling maybe a word in Cater’s shell-like before printing his bull-sh*t.
“Unpublished polling conducted in the middle and outer suburbs of Melbourne showed the cost of living was far and away the most important issue for voters between 25 and 54, the demographic the Coalition struggles to attract. More than a third of voters (36 per cent) said inflation was their biggest concern, followed by 21 percent who nominated improvement to health services and 16 per cent the severity of lockdowns. Only one in 10 put action on climate change at the top of their list.”
‘Unpublished polling’ that didn’t tell you were in for a drubbing, you just know it’s going to be those geniuses over at Compass Polling that Cater and the MRI have handed some of their government grant money to.
Which members of the Murdoch tribe are Australian citizen if they are not we should deport them to America because that is where they belong for their interference in our domestic political system and continually advocating for the extreme right wing religious nutters.
ReplyDeleteShoulda done it years ago, Anony; after all, Murdoch is an alien.
DeleteHi Anon,
DeleteWould you not agree that the primordial soup these reptiles crawled out of
had a distinctly dinki di, fair dinkum aroma to it?
Trump would still be a NYC shady deal maker leering at the 13 year old girls
at the Miss Teen USA pageant - repeatedly "accidentally" entering their main dressing room - if not for the appearance on these shores of an Aussie
refugee loaded with the long green. He brought with him a legion of
his followers to staff the media outlets he took over.
The most successful invasion of America since your firebug British
cousins burned Washington DC, only Murdoch stayed and
assimilated large swaths of the population. Not unlike the Borg
from Star Trek.
Only the desperate Caterist could do a snarky riff on a nonexistant correlation between an expensive menu at a polling station food stall and a subsequent Greens victory. From what little info I could glean from the interweb the stallholders in question were raising money for mental health programs and school excursions for that suburb's less well-off kids...of which there are quite a few apparently. They realised they could entice a few more shekels out of Richmond's elite class by providing more than the usual boring sausage sanger. But to infer that consumers of oyster and champagne are "elites" who voted Green is pure Caterist conjecture...they might simply have wanted to contribute to a good cause regardless of their politics.
ReplyDeleteBut worse still is this outright Caterist lie where he smugly states..."The Reserve Bank of Australia's monthly interest rate announcements are of little concern to the four out of five households in Richmond who don't pay a mortgage."
But the ABS 2021 Census stats show that of Richmond's occupied private dwellings only 18.8% are owned outright, which is a far cry from Cater's unbelievable figure of four out of five. It seems the Caterist likes to pluck stats out of the ether or perhaps other, much darker places.
When I think what good old working class Richmond used to be, when its citizens (at least some of them) would proudly proclaim to "having lived their entire lives within sight of the chimbleys of Richmond." Now it's not even a city any longer, and some of its best known icons (the chimbleys of Bryant and May) are in that separate place that they now call Cremorne. Now it's full of accounting software firms like MYOB.
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