In which the pond offers up regurgitated Henry ... but at least there are 'toon distractions ...

 

With many distractions of late, the pond almost failed to note Dame Slap's latest appearance, but was prodded by a correspondent's note to at least give it a dishonourable mention ...

Those thwarted by the Nine soft paywall can also find the story written up in the Graudian as 'I'll send you the transcript': emails and texts between the head of Lehrmann inquiry and News Corp columnist revealed.

It's hard to work out who is the more contemptible of this self-congratulatory pair ...

Luckily the pond still refuses to wade into the Lehrmann swamp to cavort with the reptiles and their supplier of confidential documents, but will note this particularly hideous form of indulgence, expanded on a littlefurther down in the story ...

The columnist also told Sofronoff that he was the subject of memes.
“You may not realise that memes are being made about you. Ones you may like.”
She later sent him a photo comparing him to Winston “The Wolf” Wolf from the film Pulp Fiction.

Beyond the valley of satire and mockery, into the hills of loathing...

Meanwhile, the doctors advised the pond to cut back on its reptile intake because of serious inroads on the pond's health.

This was advice easy to follow this day ...

Those who expand the image will see that only the pompous, portentous purveyor of humbug is worth noting, and only then because Thucydides staged a comeback ...

The pond did experience a flicker of fear. What would happen to entertainment if the orange Jesus went down? Where would you get barking mad howling at the moon comedy items like this?

She's serious? Why then, the pond is Thucydides ...

Or barking mad carnivore stories like this, which keep on expanding into an infinite voide?

Conservative groups pledged to head to Springfield to find instances of cat-eating there. Others offered up financial rewards for evidence. 
“Alright, let's settle it: I will provide a $5,000 bounty to anyone who can provide my team with hard, verifiable evidence that Haitian migrants are eating cats in Springfield, Ohio. Deadline is Sunday. Go,” conservative activist Christopher Rufo offered on X.
One person spotted the weakness in Rufo’s offer by writing: “Peeps, I'll be gone for a few days. I'm off to Springfield, Ohio with my cat and a large pot. Five grand is five grand.”
Rufo quickly clarified: “*Must be an incident that occurred prior to the presidential debate! No eating cats, people!”

The pond reached for a deep fried leg of kitten and relaxed, there'd always be other ways to make an easy, lazy 5k, there'd be other sources of memes and cartoons ...

And now, as the genocide continues apace ...

... it was time for some of the usual blather about academic freedumb, which in the case of the hole in the bucket man means the freedumb to ignore what's actually happening, and throw in a lot of obfuscatory references, as humbugs and portentous charlatans are wont to do ...

This in a rag where one of its chief commentariat scribblers becomes a lickspittle fellow traveller peddling wolf memes to garner pdfs in a crazed obsessive-compulsive desire to pursue Higgins. 

This in a rag where climate science denialism is the order of the day ...

This in a rag where lies are told with something of the scattergun skill of the orange Jesus himself.

And yet the hole in the bucket man blathers on about the notion of a commitment to the value of truth ... strangle the pond in the shallow waters of a cereal box before it gets too deep ...

At this point might as well get the snaps out of the way ... yes, this week an opium addict is introduced into the discussion ...

The pond thought it could at least enliven its own visuals by restoring an infallible Pope which had been missed a few days ago ...

Sure it hasn't got anything to do with the column at hand,  but you must be at least this old to find your reptile tribe ... and besides, the pond has to preserve a shred of sanity ... because, yeay, Thucydides ...

Meanwhile, a terrifying genocide keeps going down ... and you won't find a whiff of it in the hole in the bucket man's scribbling.

Why there's not even a hint of grapeshot in all the blather, let alone a 2,000 bomb dropped into a gulag ... just a vast name dropping as the old dotard uses the ploy of "writers such as" to go the full humbug and throw together a list of names, as if that provides the aged academic wolf man with some kind of street cred ...

The notion that our Henry writes from some position of objectivity and a studious desire to value "the truth" almost turned the pond full relativist again ... 

But then the pond remembered what it must be like to be a civilian in the fog of war, caught in unholy circumstances where crusaders of whatever stripe carried out their missions of freedumb or Talibanisation ...

The pond can only get through our Henry these days with a plentiful supply of 'toons.

Does the old dotard ever pause and listen to himself? The pond couldn't find any evidence whatsoever ...

One thing's certain. If the reptiles think this is the way to boost their readership, then they're living in the valley of delusion ...

The pond was transported back to the days of Tamworth Primary where the rulez dictated that everybody had to stand, salute the flag, mouth empty pieties about honouring this and that and a distant monarch, and then march off to class to the sound of martial music ... with nary a thought as to what it all portended ...

Our Henry really should go, though the pond hesitates to assign him to aged care, not the happiest outcome for anyone ...

Meanwhile, the pond continues in the grip of Russian state TV. It turns out that there are people even more deluded than our Henry, in the grip of war monger Vlad the Sociopath ...

In one recent clip, they even cited Alex Jones as an authoritative source full of wisdom and insight ...

Even the reptiles struggle to match that level of high comedy ... and then, in relation to the recent orange Jesus debacle, came this ...