In which the pond relitigates matters with the bromancer, and ignores medical warnings to celebrate dog botherer shouting at clouds ...

 

When the "news" broke that Haitians were cannibals, allegedly devouring sweet American flesh, the pond wondered where the country's pride had gone. 

Could any Haitian complete with Jeffrey Dahmer, proudly born and bred in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and a swing state at that?

Please, peeple, do not abandon splendid homegrown American achievers.

Meanwhile, this was the motley lizard Oz crew that presented to the pond this morning ...

Look, there at the top of the far right ... the bro wants to relitigate the great debate. 

Given that the rest of the offal included untouchables of the Dame Slap kind, how could the pond refuse?

It will be recalled that in his first attempt the bro called it a draw ...while Karl Rove - the pond can't believe it's quoting the Rovester - had this to say...

...Trump enthusiasts will be upset that the ABC interviewers fact-checked the former president far more than they did Ms Harris. Then again, he gave them plenty of material to work with — such as repeating the bizarre claim that Haitian migrants in Springfield, Ohio, are eating the pets of local residents. That was probably Team Trump’s lowest moment.
Will this debate have an effect? Yes, though perhaps not as much as Team Harris hopes or as much as Team Trump might fear. But there’s no putting lipstick on this pig. Mr Trump was crushed by a woman he previously dismissed as “dumb as a rock.” Which raises the question: What does that make him?

And the bromancer thought it was a draw, when in fact the orange Jesus had his clock cleaned by a dumb as a rock woman. 

What does that make him? Why, a dumpster fire of stupidity in an increasingly irrelevant rag, but never mind, here we go ...

Never mind the chutzpah of a reptile pretending to care about climate science or the planet ...that's just the usual nonsense.

At this point the pond must indulge in the ritual of noting all the click bait videos and snaps the reptiles inserted to break up the tedium ...

Quite an array, and of course the real reason the pond was happy to indulge the bromancer was the chance of a weekend 'toon fest ...

The pond has always called out the bromancer as a quasi-closeted Trumpian MAGA man, perhaps not as explicit as Dame Slap donning the red hat and slipping out into the streets of New York to celebrate, but close in spirit and style ...

Indeed, indeed, speaking of lies ...

It's the both siderist "don't get me wrong" routine that always earns the pond's applause, with the bromancer pretending to call out the orange Jesus's crap, while simultaneously indulging as much of it as he possibly can.

It's important never to forget that the bro earned the nickname "bromancer" because of his rabid bromance with that fundamentalist tyke, BBQ knight conversation starter, budgie wearing, bicycling and climate science denying muncher of onions ... and that helps explain his orange Jesus elective affinity ...

Meanwhile, on another planet, this news just in ...

It will be noted that the pond is content to let the bromancer rabbit on, and stew in his juices, making him that little bit tastier ... especially when he offers up rump of billy goat butt ...

Note the both siderism on offer, which allowed the bromancer to work his way to a draw ... and the complete lack of a sensa huma about proceedings ...

Couldn't the bromancer allow himself a little laugh at the sight of a bully having his clock cleaned. Why even warmonger Dick - the pond can't believe it's typing this - could manage ...

Yes, joy .... and showmanship ... with swiftboating all the rage  ...

What a dour, glum old thing you have to be as a fundamentalist tyke trying to explain the appeal of a billionaire boofhead ...

At this point, with the fundamentalist tyke bro mansplaining to women, things got a little creepy, in a way only a genuine bigot can manage, but deeply weird creepiness is currently in the air ...

And so back to reasons to work for the mango Mussolini's election, because let's face it, the Talibanisation of the United States is far from complete, and certain cities of the New York kind might have to be nuked to cleanse the continent ...

So who will win? Why gourmets everywhere ...

By this point the bro had started to wind down, and just to prove he remained a one eyed bigot, he was still calling it a draw ...

Yep, the the bromancer loves himself some of that bigoted dog whistle racist stew ...

And so to a thankfully short final flourish ...

Luckily there was a cartoon to hand to explain what the bromancer had wasted reams of words doing ...

The pond regrets implying that the lizard Oz is MSM or that the bromancer is a journalist, as opposed to a barking mad, deeply weird fundamentalist, but please, allow it for the sake of the cartoon ...

Meanwhile, given the pond's recent medical advice, the pond had to think long and hard about indulging the dog botherer, but after all, it was just another example of ...

... so why not give the the old codger a go ...

No doubt the dog botherer would include Eisenhower in that mob ...

Until the latest of our world conflicts, the United States had no armaments industry. American makers of plowshares could, with time and as required, make swords as well. But we can no longer risk emergency improvisation of national defense. We have been compelled to create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions. Added to this, three and a half million men and women are directly engaged in the defense establishment. We annually spend on military security alone more than the net income of all United States corporations.

Now this conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence—economic, political, even spiritual—is felt in every city, every Statehouse, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet, we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources, and livelihood are all involved. So is the very structure of our society.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together... (wiki)

Those were the days ... and now for the reason the pond decided to give the dog botherer a run.

His piece was puffed up, inflated, by an inordinate number of click bait videos and stills ... all designed to stoke fear and anger, here compressed down into an endless montage, and carefully neutered at the same time ... 

Wow, what an amazing amount of visual filler, but then when you look at the verbal sludge on offer, you can see why the reptiles decided it was a visual spak-filler job ...

Meanwhile, the genocide goes on ...

The good thing about cobbling together chunks of dog botherer is that it's easy to get them out of the way ... if you're going to shout at cloud, best do it in big bursts ...

Ah the declining education system ...

Sorry, that's another country, though Captain Spud would probably like it here ... and then magically there were just two gobbets to go ...

At some point the dog botherer came to a realisation, and that was how he opened the final gobbet ... admitting he had become tedious old fart, shouting at clouds ...but proudly unapologetic and proudly defiant, in the manner of old farts without self-awareness and the humility that old age brings to the wise ...

He tried to dress it up as "tut-tutting", but the pond can still spot a barking mad lizard Oz correspondent howling at the moon or shouting very loudly at clouds ... oh yes, yes, we even get "the march of the left" ...

There, done and dusted, and for others to pick over the bones and see what morsels can be found. All the pond could spot were either fatty or stringy, and without a shred of substance, but enough to stimulate sundry attacks on clouds ...

The pond will instead turn to the top alleged news story in the lizard Oz this morning.

What better way to segue to an immortal Rowe cartoon to close proceedings?

It's always in the detail ...