Friday, December 02, 2022

In which our Henry fails the Thucydides test again, the emetic prof offers Tolstoy, and cackle-headed Claire omits the glory of Twitter in its heyday ...

 


Unfortunately News Radio has become a plague zone of late. As soon as the pond hears a Dorothy Dixer from the back bench, along the lines, "Will Ms Wong explain to this wonderful Senate how the government's wonderful policies are making this wonderful country even more wonderful?", it's ring the bells time, the pond is leaving the house.

The pond exaggerates but only a little, and now the pollies are gone, perhaps the station can get back to the business of recycling the BBC. How else to keep up with the latest absurdity in world affairs?

The domestic arena is full of trivial tragedies and is increasingly hard for the pond to take as we head into the holyday month. 

This very day, it seems the hole in the bucket man has entirely abandoned Thucydides and the classics canon for a Beckettian absurdist, or perhaps Artaud surrealist, attempt to defend the indefensible, in the process sounding like a walking, talking, furiously scribbling Dorothy Dixer...








Pathetic really, and all the more so because inordinate in length and begun with a snap of a lackey allegedly checking the health of SloMo ....









Meanwhile, the pond gets the impression that the hole in the bucket man is most agitated by the thinking of that dreadful hussy, sorry former High Court judge for impugning a man laughably said to have had integrity ...








He really should get back to arcane discussions of the Peloponnesian war, as for some reason, the pond was reminded of this old infallible Pope and the rabble gathered in the diner ...









At some point, even the old codger will have to admit that the bucket was fucked, and sure enough ...







Thar he blowed: "it is true that Morrison's 'dormant' powers might worry a member of the public."

But how? The entire point was a vexatious and entirely pointless furtive secrecy, and any attempt to walk around that could plausibly be viewed as jettisoning Thucydides in favour of embracing stupidity and arrant nonsense ...

Nobody, including his colleagues, knew what was going down, not parliament, not the public, and to what avail, and how much better it would have been if the hole in the bucket man had done a disquisition on Locke or Burke or anything else?

And thar, after all this blather, he'll blow again: "None of that justifies the lack of disclosure, particularly to close cabinet colleagues".

What's the point of this entirely pointless piece, except to propose the hole in the bucket man's skills as a Sophist, in the dictionary sense of "any of a class of ancient Greek teachers of rhetoric, philosophy, and the art of successful living prominent about the middle of the fifth century b.c. for their adroit subtle and allegedly often specious reasoning" has gone missing, or perhaps is too palpably present, though in a way that defames the best of sophistry ...

That, tragically, is all you're going to hear about ancient Greece in this sublimely tendentious offering ...






Sorry, invoking von Clausewitz simply doesn't cut it. The only fog that's apparent to the pond is the fog in SloMo's thinking, and the fog in the hole in the bucket man's defence, though the pond was reminded of another old infallible Pope cartoon, speaking as he did of fogs and war ...







What else? Well the reptiles were rubbing their hands with glee at the thought of all the advertising money that was going to save their business model ...







And that reminded the pond that Wilcox was drawing away ...








And so was the infallible Pope ...








And that's more than enough of that conversation ...

What else? Well the sociology prof was out and about to remind La Trobe of its shame, and to do yet another autopsy, or should that be an obituary, and the pond never thought it would say it, but really routinely supping on reptile tears can get tedious and boring. Is it possible to have too much champagne? Sadly when what you're offered is a Ben Ean moselle with the occasional spritzig bubble ...






The lockdown had been more punitive thanks to higher Covid death rates? How about the Covid pandemic had been more punitive, thanks to higher Covid rates ... not to mention the difficulties governments faced getting vaccines and masks out and about, no thanks to the likes of the Killer and his reptile chums ...

As for the rest, it's just another serve of coulda, woulda, shoulda, and a reminder of just how spectacularly the HUN and the rest of the reptiles failed in their unremitting campaign to demonise comrade Dan ...

What a lesson in impotence ... but all this was days ago, with the Graudian offering Victorian Liberal party left shellshocked after another heavy election defeat and L'Age ‘Disaster upon disaster upon disaster’: Liberals assess damage.

But all that feels like an eternity ago, and the fall Guy has gone ... and yet still the reptiles brood, though at least we get a serve of Tolstoy, a reminder to our Henry that he really must lift his game and that a stray Clausewitzian shot simply isn't good enough ...





Here the La Trobe man misses a trick. He really should have added that it reminded him of Xi and white paper, or perhaps Western Australian deciding to secede, and apparently happy about it ...

As for the rest, the best our emetic sociology prof can come up with is, "gad sir, it's about time you resigned" ... because railing in the lizard Oz and the HUN seems to have had no discernible effect ...







Retire, resign, whatever, but talk about missing a trick. Surely that should have read that a leader as ruthless and as hubristic as Comrade Dan shows all the signs of becoming a Victorian Emperor in the manner of Xi ... and yet still for some arcane reason too obscure for the La Trobe prof to understand, he romped home ...

And there you have it, the confusion and the chaos in the reptile ranks. After listening to our Henry's valiant defence of the indefensible, the emetic sociology prof decides that SloMo now sits as a "lonely figure of untouchable embarrassment" ...

But at least there was a serve of Shakspere, a reminder that our Henry should start watching Upstart Crow so that he might seem as relevant and in touch as 2016 ...

Or perhaps enjoy an immortal Rowe ...











What else? Well the pond has indulged the reptiles for far too long this day, but this was delectable ...








Where was chuckle-headed Claire going with all this? That talk of guns on the bedside table did remind the pond that Xmas in America is approaching ...








But the big reveal is that even those right wing loons who like to blather in a libertarian way about free speech and such like are wondering at the point of it all.

Not ever having been a twitterer, having stayed an old school blogger trapped in the noughties - never made it into Facebook or the meta universe either - the pond only knows the place as the source of cartoons and the odd bit of trivia ... or perhaps a chance to catch up on the latest Herschel joke ...









Now there's a test ... because these days it seems any level of unreality is possible ...

And so on to the big reveal, though the header did give away the idea that cackle-headed Claire was giving the bird the bird ...






Only on another planet, that blather about "hitherto left-wing bias", as if vilifying trans people was in the natural order of things, and never mind the bizarre thought that Murdochians and Faux Noise shine the light of unbiased truth out of their collective arses ...

And only now have they discovered the bleeding obvious ...







What broke Twitter, and what broke America? 

Well that began long ago with the mango Mussolini ... but you won't find any of that in cackle-headed Claire, who apparently thinks that Twitter is still limited to 280 characters, when you can in fact fit in all sorts of goodies ...




Sorry, sorry, the pond still finds that one irresistible, and in a way will be sorry to see Twitter go, if only for those occasional moments when the reptiles might be handed a quick and sharp spanking.

There can be a lot more in a tweet than in chuckle-headed Claire's notion that truth might be discovered in a lizard Oz column of a thousand words or so ... and so to yet another sullen moment with comrade Dan, which might just as easily have been written as "during the height of the campaign season, we saw HUN headlines saying 'Dictator Dan must go', but as we saw earlier this week, HUN headlines do not translate into electoral success at all ...







The rest of the planet might remember what happened to the platform and to the United States, and is still happening, but please allow the pond to celebrate with a reminder that it wasn't all about the left side of politics, it was about a canker at the core of Faux Noise and the GOP ... and that canker is still there, even if he now has his own platform and has joined cackle-headed Claire in spurning his chance to rejoin the platform ... at least until Truth Social goes bust ...














7 comments:

  1. Hi Dorothy,

    For some reason Twitter always reminded me of this;

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpAvcGcEc0k

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    1. No, way too accomplished and sophisticated for most of Twitter, DW.

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  2. Henry uses a bucket - perceived valid arguments - yet the hole always reveals invalid conclusions;
    So... Fuck the billboard then!

    DP; "What's the point of this entirely pointless piece, except to propose the hole in the bucket man's skills as a Sophist, in the dictionary sense of"any of a class of ancient Greek teachers of rhetoric, philosophy, and the art of successful living prominent about the middle of the fifth century b.c. for their adroit subtle and allegedly often specious reasoning" has gone missing, or perhaps is too palpably present, though in a way that defames the best of sophistry ..."

    "Valid arguments with invalid conclusions
    "subterfuge, berries, Bayes, billboards, stop signs
    ...
    4.
    "When I was young, my dad asked me what I thought of a ballot initiative that would have restricted new billboards. I was just at the age of a dawning political consciousness, so I thought about it for a couple of days, then said something like this:

          "I hate billboards. But it’s bad for the government to tell people what they can put on their own land. It’s close to violating freedom of speech. Are we going to have a board that decides what is “advertising” and what is “valid” speech?

    "As I talked, my dad nodded and stroked his chin. But when I asked what he thought, he said he was still going to vote against the billboards. When I asked why, he paused and then gave this argument:

          "Fuck the billboards.

    Problem:
    "It’s rare to have your position on an issue reversed by three words. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with my argument, but I knew something was.

    "Over the next few years, I ran into the standard libertarian ideas: You don’t need to compromise rights to restrict billboards. Private companies could build tollways and advertise that they were billboard-free. We could treat billboards as an externality and pay people not to have them. A corporation could buy the land for a city and sell restricted rights for sub-plots!

    "But when I read stuff like this, I always had “fuck the billboards” looming in the back of my mind. Slowly, it took on a meaning like this:

    "Alternative governance patterns are cool. But until they’re proven viable, shouldn’t we try to effectively use the patterns that exist now?

    Deeper problem:
    "This story worries me: If my dad had given this more explicit argument, would it have convinced me? If I had heard the Libertarian Reveries before “fuck the billboards”, would I still think what I think now? Are all beliefs fake, the consequences of randomly hearing the right words at the right age to trigger an emotional reaction that will ferment for years and slowly transform us?"
    ...
    https://dynomight.substack.com/p/valid-invalid

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  3. E-Claire: "By all accounts, Musk is a genius ..." By "all accounts" ? Oh yeah, I get it: Our Claire, along with our Elon, are just prominent members of the noticeably more than half of the human race with an IQ equal to, or less than, the median.

    And thus: "he [Musk] previously has shared that he has difficulty understanding the complexities of the social world." And that is indeed why Musk and those like him ride rough-shod over the "social world" because that is just so much easier to do. And you get a lot wealthier that way, too.

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  4. So the Henry got the memo - 'the theme for this week is - time to move on from Morrison', but in Henry fashion he attempts to do that with a tedious parsing of the Bell report. (Oh - GB - I do mean 'parsing' from before we had computers; I cannot imagine our Henry being involved in computer programming to that extent). Yes - better to return to Thucydides; the 2500 years since he wrote his report have reduced the possibilities for creative parsing.

    The amusing consideration is that reptilian contributors are following the memo, even though whoever put out that memo did not factor in the release of Ms Savva's trove of administrative treasures this week. Again - reptile central showing masterly timing.

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    1. Too clever by half for Holesome Henry, Chad. He who is, after all, merely a reptile's eye view of a 'learned man'.

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  5. Will make this separate comment. Minor minions on the ABC news website are still writing that Malcolm Fraser was 'censured'. Yes, I have spoken severely to my laptop, expressing my deep disappointment that minions for ABC are incorporating 'facts' from Sky News in their writings. Doubly disappointing when we see that even Sky News has stopped saying that, conceding that Fraser lost a motion of 'no confidence', which used to be very different from motions of 'censure', although Fraser spent even less time in disregarding his formal loss of confidence than Morrison did for his censure.

    In both cases - parties claiming to be 'conservative', and holding dear to the nigh sacred conventions of the Westminster system - disregard those same conventions when they are inconvenient to the needs of the moment.

    And our history of 50 years back is steadily converted to myth.

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