Wow. The pond wouldn't know Lord Evgeny Lebedev from a bar of soap, but what a lathering Marina Hyde gave him in Links to the KGB? Come on, guys. Lord Lebedev just wants to be a public servant.
Among many moments, including a mention of Chairman Rupert, the pond enjoyed this ...
A few years ago, a World of Interiors interviewer who visited his house in the Hampton Court deer park fawned hilariously, praising “some cushions of silk damask I would sell my soul for”. Of particular note, apparently, were “improved copies of 18th-century originals”, the cornice “newly copied from a Chippendale in Dumfries House” and a “Lutyens design but modified for contemporary needs”. Lebedev himself took the opportunity to claim one artwork as representative of Putin’s ideology. According to Evgeny, this was “the Eurasian union – this new kind of philosophy of a Russian state more focused on the east than the west”. Mm-hm.
There's a payoff to that chipboard wankery, and talk about a savaging, and it helps explain why these days the pond tends to look on the reptiles at the lizard Oz as a toothless bunch of tedious toadies ...
What to make of this motley crue?
Not Sydney v. Melbourne? Is that the best they've got? Well there's Geoff loading a chamber at the ACT government, but the whiff of ennui turned into terminal boredom ...
Crikey did the Sydney v. Melbourne thing back in 2019, (possible paywall), and tracked it back to the nineteenth century, and even had a war clipping ...
On a whim, the pond headed off to Trove and found it in the Bathurst National Advocate, 24th July 1940 ... (and elsewhere if anyone cared, it being a syndicated piece) ...
The Attorney-General (Mr. Hughes) said, "They come to Sydney for a day or so, walk about the streets as though they were foreigners in a strange land, trying to talk our language, and looking as though they liked it. but, they then fly back to their burrows as quickly as the plane will carry them."
That's more than enough of that sort of mindless, moronic and tedious nonsense ...
And speaking of tedious nonsense, at the top of the digital page there came petulant Peta ...
The pond simply couldn't summon the strength, simply couldn't do it.
Not another rehash of the onion muncher dreaming ... memories of Tony Abbott and John Howard join Jordan Peterson-led group looking at ‘meaning of life’ flashed before the pond's enfeebled brain ...
In keeping with the Lebedev spirit, the pond decided the best it could do was a serve of the grave Sexton ...
Nostradamus the grave Sexton ain't, and the tedious talk of WWI comparisons reminded the pond of the old saw about generals fighting the last war ... though to be fair this time it's not even the last war ...
And then the graphics department decided to send the pond right off with yet another stock photo ...
Would they really fork out the cash for Alamy, where the snap can be found? The pond suspects the reptiles are so cheapskate that they decided to get the image from an
ancient copy of the Britannica ...
As for the venerable Sexton, he's always struck the pond as someone infatuated by the new kind of philosophy of the Russian state ... and so at the moment things are a bit awkward ...
Strange, that's not how the pond remembers it, the pond remembers reading horror stories about the casualties and about the Iran-Iraq war as a way of cultivating hostility to Saddam Hussein, and we know where that ended ...
Meanwhile, on with blaming NATO ... because they made Putin do it ...
Why is the pond ineffably reminded of some British loon drawing up a map of Africa, or perhaps sorting out the middle East, or explaining Europe to Europeans, and for some reason, keen to divide up turf and reward Vlad the Impaler for his war mongering?
Sure enough, there came a snap of the sociopath himself, albeit looking a bit glum ...
At the end, the pond was left wondering why the reptiles bothered to run quislings, white anters and panderers ...
Straight out of Vlad the Impaler's playbook, invoking the nuking option ... and yet given that Ukraine doesn't have nukes, that could only mean a US nuking, the apocalypse, armageddon and World War III. So give up Crimea and plenty of turf, or it's the end of the world ...
After that hearty dose of fear mongering, dissenting stupidities if you will, the pond decided to discover why the reptiles were having trouble finding an audience with vulgar youff ...
Dear sweet long absent lord, the reptiles' graphic department know how to give a matt finish to any piece of commentary. Five bums presented to camera in the act of voting is supposed to be an enticement to read?
And they followed it up with a snap of the Ruddster, last in office way back in September 2013 ...
A decade on, and the reptiles are wondering why they're having trouble with vulgar youff?
That rather begs the question as to why anybody of any age would find the energy to get out of bed and vote for Captain Potato ...
What a pity there wasn't a Taylor Swift joke in sight ...
There's a relief, the pond had been wondering how to slip in that
immortal Rowe ... if only to prove that the pond was down with the scalpers ...
As for the rest ...
More than 80m Americans under air quality alerts while temperatures hit triple digits in south and south-west
Lots of things might be happening by 2040 ... oh boy, if you read the news today, you might even end up knowing how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall ...
And just to prove the point the reptiles slipped in a huge snap of the onion muncher, last in office in 2015, and so insufferable and incompetent, even his own mob couldn't stand him ...
Hmm, why did the reptiles dig up that ancient fossil? And then the pond had a realisation, a sudden enlightment.
It was all a form of avoidance strategy.
A search of the front digital page revealed not a single mention of Brother Stuie, and yet he's famous yet again ...
Might it not have deserved at least a mention?
Meanwhile, and in short, it seems the lizard Oz demographic might be in trouble ...
What a wretched offering, and as compensation, the pond decided to throw in a little of petulant Peta, just to stink out the joint.
Not much, just the closing bit, which claimed that petulant Peta was living in the real world, much as Dame Slap probably thinks planet Janet is the real world ...
Okay, okay, the pond shouldn't have bothered ...
How many times must the pond read reptiles screeching about nuking the country to save it, while at the same time thinking climate science is a bunch of baloney, and emissions nothing to write home about?
If the reptiles keep lowering the bar, the pond might well decide to take a break ... or perhaps just run a page devoted to the
infallible Pope ...
Another Taylor Swift reference!
And yesterday there was this ...
And while in that mood, here's a Wilcox ...