Monday, April 28, 2025

A listicle of reptile offerings, and the Major's usual listicle, and a quick tour of Manilla is all the pond has got this Monday ...

 

The pond has been indulging in the reptile stew a tad too much of late, and there was nothing particularly appetising in this day's offering as a way of keeping the indulgence going ...



Down at the very bottom, Dame Slap and accomplice only managed to elicit a tremendous yawn as they returned yet again to the Lehrmann matter well ...

Exclusive
Linda Reynolds in bid for ‘secret documents’
The potential release of communications between Brittany Higgins’s lawyer and legal giant HWL Ebsworth raises further questions about the firm’s role in her controversial $2.4m payout.
By Janet Albrechtsen and Stephen Rice

Bigly pass, while above the Dame and her accomplice, poor simpleton "here no conflict" Simon had to report on ongoing ghastly poll news ...

Exclusive
Newspoll: Labor on the nose, but Coalition not ready to govern
There has been no shift in support for either Labor or the Coalition as the campaign enters its final week. This means that the most likely outcome remains a hung parliament or Labor being returned with a slim majority.
By Simon Benson

The bewildered simpleton did his best to retrieve the situation in an accompanying commentary ...

You’d rather be the PM but Dutton’s not gone yet
Less than 50 per cent of voters believe the Albanese government deserves to be re-elected so why are they poised to do just that?
By Simon Benson
Political Editor

The reptiles tried to answer their question by Chambering cultural matters in their coverage ...

Final debate
‘Fewer Welcome to Country ceremonies’: social battle hits forefront of poll race
Peter Dutton has declared that Indigenous Welcome to Country ceremonies are ‘overdone and cheapens the significance of what it was meant to do’, setting up a contest with Anthony Albanese on social ­issues days out from the election.
By Geoff Chambers

The pond is beyond over the culture wars, and beyond over the doses of the Catholic Daily that have been relentlessly distilled each day, and which reached some kind of peak yesterday ...




Tess of d'Vatican survived into this early morning's extreme far right outing ...




No Caterist, and just the bald assertion that "Human existence does not end in the tomb", which on the face of it is a passable notion, what with human existence more likely to end in a hospital, an aged care home, in an ordinary home, on the roads, or wherever else death might strike (beware the salmon mousse).

It turned out that there should have been inverted commas around Tess of D'Vatican's header, because it wasn't her saying it, it was a quote ...

Human existence does not end in the tomb, “but in the Father’s house, in a life of happiness that will know no end’’, Cardinal Giovanna Battista Re, 91, the Dean of the College of Cardinals, told monarchs, presidents, priests, worshippers who packed St Peter’s Square on a glorious Roman spring day under vibrant blue skies as he preached over his former boss, Pope Francis, in a masterful homily on Saturday.

Her piece ended on a note of optimism ...

Magnificent as it was, the Mass ended with the words that have comforted countless people around the world for centuries, grieving their loved ones in humble parish churches: “May the angels lead you into paradise, may the martyrs welcome you and take you to the Holy City, the new and eternal Jerusalem. May the choir of angels welcome you and with Lazarus who is poor no longer may you have eternal rest... and may the lizards of Oz cease and desist from their relentless proselytising. Amen.’’

The pond did at least enjoy the immortal Rowe showing King Donald squatting atop Frank ...




What else? Well the reptiles still kept flogging the dead Ruski horse, apparently unaware that Vlad the Sociopath and his accomplice, King Donald the narcissist, remain a much bigger problem to Ukraine, a problem sustained by King Donald's minions in assorted craven ways, not least blathering about the need to be realistic grown ups. Little Marco a grown up? Pass the sycophantic nausea sauce... 

It was left to the bouffant one to do what he could with the "Ruskis are coming" scare, popular since the days when Sydney devised Pinchgut to keep the Ruskis at bay...

Serious people are not buying ALP’s Loch Ness nonsense
Albanese could have reacted in so many other ways on the Russia-Indonesia issue if he had been across his brief, confident of his position and more assertive towards Russia and China.
By Dennis Shanahan
National Editor

The invocation of "serious people" left the pond seriously bemused. Do the reptiles seriously think they should be taken seriously?

If that's what passes for seriousness, give the pond a 'toon...



Speaking of China, that lot fell to the Ughmann early this morning ...

Sorry, Mr Ambassador: Beijing is no defender of the free world
While there’s every reason to be disturbed about the recent actions of Donald Trump, choosing a world run with Chinese characteristics demands a serious character check.
By Chris Uhlmann

The pond drank the Ughmann's copious supply of tears yesterday, and had little appetite for more tears this day, or for the job of choosing between dictators, and it also created a dilemma for the Ughmann, because Emperor Donald was the man giving Xi free kicks all over the place, and the Faux Noise elephant in the room must never be mentioned in hive la la land ...

...Xiao is right: Donald Trump, by temperament, inclination and deeds, is dismantling the order his nation spent decades building and defending. Trump creates a void into which deceptions such as the ambassador’s essay pour. Xiao exploits real fears and grievances. 

Actually credit to Faux Noise, because credit is due, but do carry on regardless with the delusion that someone is currently reining in an authoritarian nob...

The ambassador would have us believe Xi Jinping is a safer option than Trump. But it is not a real choice at all, only the illusion of one. There are still checks and balances on an American president; in China, only one man is truly free. Trump disrupts the order. Xi bends it to his will and wants to make us slaves to it.
Xiao would have us forget what China has done and focus only on what it says. Perhaps he thinks we’re stupid and, as a close observer, probably sees our election campaign as proof of that point. No doubt the usual chorus of useful idiots will amplify the ambassador’s talking points. No doubt our government will run its usual lame line that we will co-operate where we can and disagree where we must, as China continues to push and we retreat.
Still, it is good that Xiao was given space in a national newspaper to share his views. It exposes the strategy Beijing uses in every possible forum: take a sliver of truth, distort it and deploy it to undermine trust in open societies.
And the courtesy of free speech might give the ambassador pause to consider this: in what Chinese paper would a foreign critic be given the same freedom? Where are the Chinese publications that dare to criticise the Communist Party?
That is what makes our system and America’s better than his. The right to disagree isn’t punished with imprisonment or death. Some may see free speech as a small thing; I see it as the only thing that stands between us and tyranny. I am happy to see it extended even to someone who, if his world were realised, would take it from me.
Chinese diplomats often season their rhetoric with Confucian platitudes, the moral maxims the Cultural Revolution once tried to erase from history.
Here’s one from our side: the best predictor of future behaviour is past behaviour. But, frankly, that is too mild. In the days when China was hitting Australia with trade sanctions, there was talk of Beijing seeking a demonstration effect – a warning to other impudent countries – captured in an old idiom: kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
In that spirit, I offer this ancient Australian riposte: I wouldn’t trust Beijing to run a chook raffle.

Sadly the behaviour of King Donald involves more than a sliver of truth, it's a great shard of lies and madness thrust into the neck of a dead chook's carotid artery ...

The Ughmann's piece did remind the pond of a colour piece for the LRB by Long Ling under the header In the new Beijing.

She and a friend headed off to explore a vision, a dream, or possibly a nightmare ...

In April 2017, reporting on the Central Committee’s decision to build Xiong’an New Area, 12o kilometres south of Beijing, the Xinhua news agency called it the ‘one thousand year big plan’. Designed to accommodate five million people and to act as Beijing’s twin, Xiong’an is a city created from nothing. The name, too, is a new construction, combining characters from two local counties. Xiong (雄) means majestic, male, heroic; An (安) means stability, safety, wellbeing. With such an auspicious name, it’s no wonder the city will live for a thousand years.
Xiong’an is being built on a stretch of nondescript agricultural land about three times the size of New York City. The site is next to a large freshwater lake whose water quality hovered for many years at ‘worse than Category V’ (water deemed Category III or below shouldn’t be drunk). Near the lake, you can smell fish and chemicals. Hydrologists tried to argue against the decision to build a city without an adequate clean water supply, on a flood plain that acts as a sewage sump. Their concerns were dismissed.

What was compelling was the Orwellian aspect...

...We arrived in Xiong’an an hour and a half later. The roads are new, with no signage at some of the intersections, and we soon got lost. When the GPS reminded us to ‘Please keep left and enter the tunnel,’ my friend obeyed. ‘Wrong turn! Keep left, not turn left.’ Fortunately, the roads were empty. There was a gap in the central barrier, so I told her to turn around. ‘No, no. I have to find a U-turn sign.’ ‘I didn’t see a camera,’ I said. ‘But here,’ she replied, ‘any violation of traffic rules is monitored in real time. Skynet’ – she pointed a finger upwards – ‘has all the information about this car, and you and me, in its database.’ Skynet, launched in 2015, has become the world’s largest video surveillance network and by 2022 more than 500 million cameras were monitoring all public urban areas. There are no blind spots.

Bizarre that the Terminator term "Skynet" should be tossed about so freely and gaily ...

And so again ...

...The architects of Xiong’an believe that information technology will be part of the solution. As the buildings continue to go up and the city expands, another Xiong’an is being built in the cloud. For every building in the physical Xiong’an, a digital twin is simultaneously created. Traffic patterns, water and electricity consumption, phone and internet usage, as well as citizens’ daily movements, are collected and monitored. Cameras equipped with facial recognition technology are constantly scanning passersby to help provide services. Every financial transaction made, every unit of electricity and litre of water consumed, every traffic infringement or illegal bit of parking, every blown-down tree, every overflowing rubbish bin or broken streetlamp is recorded and compiled in a central data facility: Xiong’an New Area’s Computing Centre.
Whatever Beijing has is going to be available here too: shopping malls, entertainment facilities, parks. The parks here are even more beautiful, and there are fewer people. When we explain how the city works to visitors, we always tell them this story. An eighty-year-old lady who lived alone was not in good health. One day, the water meter, electricity meter and gas meter in the old lady’s apartment hadn’t moved for 24 hours. The computing platform sent an alert to our staff, who contacted the local grid worker to knock on her door. The grid worker found the old lady couldn’t get out of bed due to a sudden illness and immediately called medical staff. They saved her life.’
It was my turn to feel uneasy. ‘Everything in your life here is monitored?’ Since the company my friend works for is in this field, she tried to reassure me. Things are really no different in Beijing. She told me my face had been scanned many times today, from the moment I stepped out of my apartment in Beijing. ‘Here in Xiong’an, Skynet will only be more advanced and have a wider coverage since it is built with the latest technology. The second the system scanned our faces, they recognised our gender, the clothes we wear and even our age. It can match your face with your ID number in a split second. And with your ID number they can find out everything about you.’
For the purposes of data monitoring, the city is divided into sections, called ‘grids’. Grid workers, employed at the lowest level of the civil service system, are required to know the households in the grids under their jurisdiction: they need to know which apartments have elderly people, which have tenants, which have pregnant women, which have family members overseas, which are in the middle of lawsuits, which have bad relationships between mother and daughter-in-law, which have frequent quarrels, which are rich, which are poor. Even an elderly woman who doesn’t know how to use a smartphone and doesn’t watch TV is constantly feeding data into this network by turning lights on and off, using the toilet or turning on the stove. ‘With this eye of wisdom,’ Li gestured to the building around us, ‘everyone will be looked after.’

Animal Farm now has an "eye of wisdom"?

And that's how the pond ended up with the Major, fresh in from a round of golf to dispense his infallible wisdom in Journalists failing to ask politicians the hard questions on campaign trail, After the federal election campaign was branded a cost-of-living poll, journalists have failed to explore other key issues that affect Australia.

The reptiles began with a snap of Peter Dutton and Anthony Albanese on the campaign trail.




Here the pond should explain its deep ennui ... the pond has already voted, didn't watch the last debate and was moved to tears at the thought of even having to mention this sort of reptile coverage ...

Analysis
Who won the leaders debate: our experts deliver their verdicts
Sheridan, Kenny, Bramston, Trinca, Sloan and Benson analyse the performances of Anthony Albanese and Peter Dutton in the fourth and final leaders debate of the election campaign.
By Staff writers 

Ain't a never no matter mind, what with the clock ticking for the hive mind, and punters could always do the academics at The Conversation instead.

The Major did his best to help out in the now bog standard reptile way, beginning his piece by invoking that ancient movie title, "The Ruskis are Coming, The Ruskis are Coming" (apologies to Alan Arkin and Norman Jewison) ...

Prestigious defence journal Jane’s reveals Russia is asking Indonesia for military access to launch planes in the country’s east, just north of Australia.
Not an issue for the election campaign here, according to most journalists.

Oh go tell it to Ukraine ...

Then came Xi ...

Three Chinese naval ships conduct live-firing exercises off the coast between Australia and New Zealand, forcing commercial airlines to change course. One ship then circumnavigates the country, probably mapping the seabed.
Journalists hardly raise the issue when questioning party leaders: this election is about cost of living.

Next up came King Donald ...

Donald Trump effectively dismantles the Western alliance that has kept us safe since World War II. He imposes tariffs on every nation, kicking off a global trade war. Not an issue for the election campaign. Treasury modelling shows the tariff effects will be small here so no threat to cost of living.

Oh go tell it to your kissing cousins at Faux Noise, still worshipping the madman ...




Then came a typical Major whimpering and whining listicle, which included a nod to nattering "Ned" ...

The Labor government blows out federal spending to the highest levels since the Whitlam government 50 years ago. It forecasts budget deficits for a decade. No side of politics promises budget repair.
Why would they in a cost-of-living campaign?
Australia languishes in a per capita recession for seven quarters before the latest anaemic quarterly growth number. Productivity growth sits at its lowest in a decade.
Journalists ignore both issues. It’s all about cost of living after all.
Affordable housing eludes a generation of young Australians.
Journalists interview the Minister for Housing and her opposition counterpart but aren’t bright enough to make the connection between all-time record immigration and demand for housing. They swallow government spin that high immigration is because of a Covid backlog, as if governments haven’t been setting migration caps since Federation. Surely that’s a cost-of-living issue?
Nor do defence or economic reform rate much of a mention in the cringeworthy leaders debates the nation endures.
Paul Kelly here on Wednesday blamed the influence of focus group research. Indeed, pollsters and the political journalists fed by them have been too keen to emphasise for two years that this election will be about cost of living.
But what if a politician had decided to break free of such thinking with bold ideas for a more prosperous and safe future? Could a leader with the advocacy skills of Paul Keating, Bob Hawke or John Howard have broken free of this retail-focused campaign?
It would have been in Peter Dutton’s interest to try, given the electorate already associates Labor governments with giving money away. Dutton has been playing on Labor’s turf by surrendering to the free-money mentality. This raises another question. Had Dutton tried serious policy, would there be enough journalists and media organisations around to report and analyse it?

Apparently the reptiles can't get enough of the mutton Dutton at the bowser, Peter Dutton has pushed hard on his plan to cut petrol excise for a year. Picture: Richard Dobson / NewsWire




Climate crisis? What climate crisis?

The pond long ago gave up expecting any attention to be paid to the lamentable state of EV infrastructure, such that on a holiday weekend you might expect a couple of hours stuck at the Tarcutta terminus discussing batteries, models, and range anxiety, and arguing with rude people about the 80% rule ... and that's on the Hume. Don't get the pond started on the bush.

Meanwhile the reptiles stay stuck in the 1960s, worrying about bowsers, petrol, the price of cigs and booze ...

Back to the Major, keenly aware that vulgar youff, if they thought of him at all, considered him an deeply irrelevant part of their media diet ...

Pollster Kos Samaras, from RedBridge, in The Australian Financial Review on April 22 wrote about Gen Z and millennial voters whose media diets are dominated by social media.
But even traditional media – broadcast and digital – without hard paywalls have been happy to ignore the serious issues. Most know Albo has been lying about Medicare, Coalition health cuts that were flagged in 2014 but did not happen and bulk-billing target rates neither party’s policies will achieve.
It’s only readers of hard paywall products such as this paper and the AFR that receive serious policy focus and an attempt to expose false claims.

Oh FFS, must we get the bias and the bigotry served with an attempt at advertising for new subscribers to the hive mind? 

You've got to pay and pay for your daily serve of hive mind bullshit?

But do go on with the listicle...

Look at ABC Radio’s prime slot – RN Breakfast – last Wednesday. Interviewing Coalition defence spokesman Andrew Hastie, host Sally Sara could not get past questions about what the Coalition would cut to pay for its proposed increase in defence spending from 2 to 2.5 per cent of GDP in five years and 3 per cent in 10.
God forbid any recipient of government largesse lose a cent of free money to help pay for the defence of our nation. Imagine the ABC with today’s staff reporting the 1998 GST election when Howard promised to increase the prices of most goods and services by 10 per cent.
Greg Sheridan here the following morning asked the right question: What defence kit does Hastie actually want?
Look at Nine’s leaders debate last Tuesday night when Dutton was asked to describe his vision for Australia: his version of Tony Abbott’s 2013 mantra “stop the boats”, “axe the (carbon) tax” and fix Labor’s “debt and deficit”.
Dutton could only mention his plan to halve the petrol excise for a year, his other plan for a one-off giveaway of $1200 in a tax rebate to about half of all taxpayers and a few other rats and mice.
Discussing housing on ABC Insiders on April 13, host David Speers did not ask the obvious question about a million migrants over two years, but he at least had the wit to keep asking Housing Minister Clare O’Neil why a federal government would want to be a home builder. Housing was once the responsibility of state housing commissions.
On ABC 7.30 on April 17, host Sarah Ferguson did her best to referee what was no better than a pub rabble between O’Neil and opposition housing spokesman Michael Sukkar but refused to accept the point on immigration, a policy blunder presided over by O’Neil in her previous job as – yes – home affairs minister overseeing the immigration portfolio.
Worse was Speers on Insiders on April 20. He tried a gotcha on negative gearing during his interview with Sukkar and seemed disappointed when told Sukkar was positively geared.

The pond did warn it was a listicle, but should have added a warning that it's the recalcitrant deviants, the class and Murdochian traitors who flee the hive mind that attract a Major form of venom.

For no particular reason, the reptiles flung in a distracting snap of Jimbo arguing with the beefy windmill-hating boofhead from down Goulburn way, Last week’s debate between Treasurer Jim Chalmers, left, and his opposite number Angus Taylor. Picture: NewsWire/ David Crosling




The Major wasn't done with Speersie, Sky News refugee currently making the ABC unwatchable, but the pond was pretty much done with the Major ...

The interview left viewers wondering why Speers had pushed the negative gearing issue so hard with the opposition but so seldom raised it with the government.
At least Speers, hosting the second leaders debate for the ABC on April 16 and on Insiders, was smart enough to expose both parties on housing affordability measures that will do little to make first homes more affordable but are likely to boost house prices.
One debate that did touch on issues of substance was ABC 7.30’s interview with Treasurer Jim Chalmers and opposition spokesman Angus Taylor on April 14. Taylor was judged to have won the SkyNews economic debate on April 10 and held his own in the Business Council of Australia debate last Wednesday.
Sara on RN seems to have unlimited access to Chalmers but never asks about budget repair or productivity. She asked him about US tariffs in a lengthy interview on March 18 that was dominated by a follow-up of ABC TV’s Four Corners revelations the night before about sexual abuse in childcare centres. She got on to criminal behaviour by the CFMEU and Dutton’s thoughts about a referendum on deporting dual citizens charged with serious crimes. Zip on economic reform, productivity or budget repair.
To be fair to the ABC, there are few journalists at the Nine city papers, Guardian Australia or the commercial TV networks that don’t see politics entirely through the prism of government giveaways or who take defence and foreign policy seriously.
Last word to AFR columnist Michael Stutchbury on April 22: “Australia’s resources wealth has underwritten an entitlement culture that Labor feeds and the Coalition is too timid or powerless to resist.” Budget repair would be needed, defending Australia against China and Russia would prevent more social services spending, and decarbonising our energy system would push up power prices however it was done, Stutch concluded correctly.

Actually, seeing the collapse of the Murdochian empire, and with it the end of King Donald, might see climate change taken seriously, and what a correct conclusion that would be.

In the meantime ...




And so back to the pond's holiday adventure, this time off to Harry M. Miller's one time retreat, the mighty town of Manilla ... which used to have a talking cocky in its parrot cage in the public park, but this time couldn't even boast of having a Major Mitchell ....

Instead, keeping up with the times like the Major, the park celebrated the Great War ...





The town was on the move, at least for those who remembered the Bank of NSW ...




The town embraced the world ...




It was a hive of activity ...




There was a pub and a clock ...





There was also a Hopper moment ...




Sunday, April 27, 2025

Supping on Ughmann tears as a late Sunday arvo treat ...

 

Pond correspondents and others have been surveying the reptile scene and noting a certain kind of disenchantment lingering in the air, with the stink emanating from the Duttonator.

A trio at Crikey covering the election saw a sign of this discontent, wondering if Rupert is over Dutton…(paywall)

Has Uncle Rupert picked his winner?: Perhaps just as much as he loves backing a Tory, Rupert Murdoch loves backing a winner, especially when he knows the win can be more or less dependent on his blessing. Famously, his papers have proclaimed it was them “wot won it“, and Albanese has retained a cautiously close relationship with the firm over the term of his leadership — likely because he knows what’s good for him. Caution would be well-advised: Rupert once said of his relationship with former UK Labour Prime Minister Tony Blair that it was like two porcupines making love. 
Despite News Corp’s usual fawning coverage of the Coalition, at midnight on April 24, the commentary section of The Australian was quite critical of them, with some of the more conservative figures at the paper dragging the opposition over the coals. 

They even included a snap of the heretics and doubters, and while this will be familiar to dinkum pond herpetologists, the pond couldn't resist repeating it ... let the supping on tears begin ...




Despite the omens, the Crikey mob weren't entirely convinced:

Could we be seeing the foundations being laid for an extremely rare News Corp endorsement of the Labor Party come election day? Probably not, and we’re certainly not suggesting it would be enthusiastic support. But Rupert does have form, backing current UK Labour leader Keir Starmer with a limp endorsement from The Sun that amounted to “surely you can’t be worse than this mob”.
Almost every News Corp masthead at the last election (with the exception of NT News) endorsed the Coalition — in line with the company’s almost universal practice. The one exception came 18 years ago in 2007, when Rupert himself endorsed Kevin Rudd over a flagging John Howard, who would go on to get demolished at the ballot box and lose his own seat after over a decade as prime minister. 

If you read the Weekly Beast on a Friday, as the pond always does,some reptiles have stayed loyal. 

Sharri (full disrespect), acting on "exclusive information", decided there was a gigantic poll conspiracy (perhaps involving a large American-owned media company acting through local reptiles), with the venerable Meade noting:

...The Sky News host assured viewers the national polls favouring Labor were “inaccurate” and the Liberals’ internal polling of individual seats indicates Dutton is “within touching distance” of forming a government.
Markson also said it’s “worth keeping in mind” that the people behind Newspoll, Pyxis Polling & Insights, “are being paid by Labor, probably millions of dollars”.
Newspoll may not be owned by News Corp any more but it is still published exclusively by The Australian.

But others are wavering and that's why the pond wanted to sup on the delicious tears of the Ughmann, who is clearly experiencing doubt and despair.

The form it took for the Ughmann was of the "pox on both their houses" kind, all is desolation, despair, and ruination, though with a special pox on Albo's clifftop house and anybody else who came within earshot or grapeshot of the unhappy former seminarian.

No matter, what joy, what fun, with the liberal sprinkling of wayward Ughmann sorrowful sighs and tears matching the taste on the back palate of the finest Clare riesling:



The header: Gotcha media kills politics of big ideas, The days when Peter Costello and Paul Keating got to their feet during question time and everyone from the backbench to the gallery leaned forward … those days are long gone.

The caption: The days when Peter Costello and Paul Keating got to their feet during question time and everyone from the backbench to the gallery leaned forward ... those days are long gone.

The mystical command: This article contains features which are only available in the web version,Take me there

It was only a five minute read, so the reptiles said, but it was suffused with longing for better, aged, picket fence times, where Petey Boy cracked jokes, and boosted babies.

Only an Ughmann could find some consolation for this wretched age of lead by reverting to the golden age of Petey Boy:

It was one of Peter Costello’s best lines, delivered in the final moments of his last press conference as a member of parliament.
In June 2009, the former treasurer was still a young 51 when he appeared before a packed audience of journalists at Parliament House to call time on politics.
At the end of a rollicking half-hour, Costello was asked if he would advise his children to run for office. He said politics was an exacting career and it was getting harder. The intrusions were growing, as was the toll on families. So, you had to really want to do it.
Then, it occurred to him, there was an alternative: “If you are just interested in being an authority on everything, become a journalist,” Costello told the crowd of scribes.
“The thing that has always amazed me is that you’re the only people who know how to run the country and you have all decided to go into journalism. Why couldn’t some of you have gone into politics instead?”
This drew nervous laughter from the reporters because the observation was both funny and scaldingly true. If I were to heed the wisdom of these words, I would end this column here. To carry on risks proving Costello’s point about the peril of being a professional pontificator. But the editor demands 1100 words and this is only … 229. So, onwards.
When Costello bowed out, one of the great modern political careers ended and so did an era. He was not only one of Australia’s best treasurers but, with Paul Keating, one of parliament’s finest communicators. When Keating or Costello got to their feet in question time, everyone from the backbench to the gallery leaned forward.

What a pity he didn't end the column there, doddering away in the past, but he persisted and the reptiles flung in a distracting snap, the ruination of the former seminarian's despairing mind, Peter Dutton during Question Time. Picture: NewsWire / Martin Ollman,Anthony Albanese during Question Time. Picture: NewsWire / Martin Ollman





On the other hand, with the Ughmann pressing on, the pressing of the grapes of his wrath produced an exceptional vintage drop of tears...

You usually learnt something when they spoke. You learnt about politics, policy and the art of public speaking. You learnt about the poetry and brute force of language, how words should be weighed and measured, and how important it was to choose them well. To listen was to hear a masterclass in political communication and comedy was a big part of both acts.
The art of political storytelling is the art of making policy feel personal. Policy rides on plot. The best politicians build stories and create indelible images. They shine when their gift is deployed to help people understand – and believe – a policy story that the politician also believes. Good storytellers may enlarge, and they may embellish, but they don’t peddle lies. Because when a lie is discovered, trust is broken and so is the story’s spell.
As Winston Churchill told the House of Commons in 1953: “Of all the talents bestowed upon men, none is so precious as the gift of oratory. He who enjoys it wields a power more durable than that of a great king.”
A great orator can inspire people to volunteer their lives for a cause. That is a profound and terrifying power. Churchill used his words to steel his nation for war.
I saw it in Volodymyr Zelensky. Two days after Russia’s invasion, when a US official offered to evacuate him from Kyiv, the Ukrainian President’s defiant response was: “I need ammunition, not a ride.”
Zelensky’s words and deeds roused his people to stand and fight a war many predicted would be over in days.
Lest we forget, Zelensky is a comedian who rose to fame playing a president on television. Although circumstances have turned his art to tragic realism, behind the scenes he can still laugh.
Churchill was also known for his biting wit. He described his opponent Clement Attlee as “a sheep in sheep’s clothing” and “a modest man, who has much to be modest about”.

Apparently news travels slowly in News Corp about what the reptiles at Faux Noise have helped achieve ... please permit the pond to repeat a reminder...



You've got to laugh, or at least Vlad the sociopath and his minions on Russian state media and US state media do...

For some reason the reptiles decided in the Bolter to provide an AV distraction.

Sky News host Andrew Bolt discusses the "hostile" media scrutiny of the Coalition’s campaign. “Many journalists following the leaders don't just lean left but seem to live in a bubble,” Ms Credlin said. “Peter Dutton, the opposition leader, today announced a package of measures to tackle domestic violence. “You'd think … Dutton would at least get credit for that. But no mercy from journalists obsessed with identity politics.”




Say what? "...no mercy from journalists obsessed with identity politics"

Hang on, hang on, a couple of points here.

Even a cynic jetting in from Mars would understand that this is a desperate ploy, a "womyn" pup being sold by petulant Peta, and down there with nuking the country, while that old routine about Laura Norder has toad whiskers on it.

And when it comes to an obsession with identity politics, that's pretty much the entire game of the reptiles at the lizard Oz...

Whether it's endless discussions about Catholic fundamentalism or Dame Slap blathering on endlessly about how the difficult, pesky, uppity blacks are always catching a break, it's identity politics from dawn to dusk ...




The reptiles made the mutton Dutton think that sort of blather was a good thing ... Dutton ... reaffirms stance on 'one flag only, spreading joy amongst neo-Nazis throughout the land:

Dutton... reaffirmed his position that, if elected prime minister, he would not display the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander flags at official press conferences.
“I want our country to be united under one flag, and I want our country to be as good as it can be, and we can’t be as good as we can be if we’re separating people into different groupings,” he said.
“We are all equal Australians, and we can respect the Indigenous flag and the Torres Strait Island flag, but we unite under one flag, as every other … comparable country does and that’s how we can help close the gap.”

The reptiles did down the Voice, next thing you know neo-Nazis are proudly strutting in ceremonies, while it's black and DEI bashing on a weekly basis by Dame Slap - how she hates diversity in a multicultural country, how she loves inequity, how she worships and celebrates exclusion.

And what does the Ughmann do? Gaze back into the distant past and sob into his beer about Fred Daly being a fervent Catholic, and joking along with Jim:

Costello and Keating were inheritors of that oral tradition, and there used to be more of them. Labor’s Fred Daly was one of the best. A fervent Catholic, Daly had a twist on Christianity’s golden rule: “You want to do unto others as they would do unto you. But do it earlier, more often and better.”
One of Daly’s best friends was a political foe: Liberal Jim Killen. The lanky Queenslander was also known for his arch humour and, when Liberal prime minister Billy McMahon declared in parliament that he was his own worst enemy, Killen interjected: “Not while I’m alive.”
Killen and Daly are long dead. Keating and Costello are long retired. And the fun of politics is long gone.

It was the reptiles that helped kill off those days, it was the reptiles that elevated mean-spirited, nasty boofheads like the onion muncher, it was the reptiles who showed the way on chaffbagging Juliar (so much for blather about violence), and it was the reptiles who found a place in their hearts for a rustic philandering knob like Barners, no matter how he behaved (to be fair the ABC still keeps finding a place for him, just like Tony Jones kept finding a place for Clive).

So to sup on the tears, the hollowness, the emptiness, the nihil nada nothingness, the yearning for a golden age that never was ... 

In his 2009 press conference, Costello noted that question time answers now usually ended with a “focus group tested tagline”.
“There is nothing in that, really,” he said.
And there it is. Nothing. The emptiness we all feel. The hollowness at the core of this campaign is so vivid you can almost touch it. Australia’s election is being held in a broom closet of ideas while the house burns down around it. Six months from now, no one will recall any part of this campaign because not a single word adequately addresses a radically changing world. History is on the march, and we are mute.

How sweet it is, and all because the reptiles suspect that the Duttonator and their patented form of bigotry, hate, fear and loathing might miss out this time. Who knows what will come to pass, best drink heartily on the tears in the moment.

No wonder the reptiles cut to an AV distraction, Rhiannon Down and Noah Yim report from the campaign trail.




The Ughmann kept on pretending it was all about grand visions, big ideas, you know, like the war with China by Xmas:

The times demand big ideas. The threats are real and multiplying. Our leaders should be painting on a large canvas, not to alarm but to prepare.
Instead, the stage is tiny. Labor is fighting a cartoon villain named Peter Dutton. The Coalition’s campaign needs a complete rewrite, but it’s already in the last act.
Comedy was the first casualty of 21st-century politics. Eventually, policy went with it. And it is facile to lay all the blame at the feet of the Opposition Leader or the Prime Minister. This is a collective responsibility. We are getting the politics we deserve.

Comedy? The pond isn't sure about it being a casualty. Bill Maher perhaps, but then he's been a casualty for a long time. 

The pond still gets a laugh from cartoon villains:





Is it safe, is it safe? asked Sir Larry, and what fun that it isn't safe for the reptiles at the moment. And in one of those sublime reflexive moments beyond the valley of irony and the mountain of despair, the Ughmann keeps blaming the media, with the sort of lashing of himself that keeps the cilice fashionable in Opus Dei circles ...

Much of the blame must fall on the media. For years now, politicians have been brutalised for every misstep, every difference sold as division, every change of heart written up as a moral failure.
Rather than encourage debate, reward innovation and treat politicians as human, the media has too often been a slaughterhouse of reputa­tions.
The names George Pell, Christian Porter, Linda Reynolds and Fiona Brown should haunt the dreams of the media vigilantes who burned them on a pyre of allegations. Justice collapsed under the weight of moral panic, and judgment disguised itself as journalism. As part of the media class for more than 35 years, I accept my share of the blame.

Keep lashing, keep lashing, and once you've done that, lash out wildly at others.

But then, we are all journalists now. With the arrival of the iPhone in 2007, everyone has become a broadcaster.
Politicians now cannot go anywhere or whisper anything offstage without fear of reprisal from a citizen reporter. Online forums drip with bile and tribal bigotry. So it turns out you are way worse than we ever were.

The old social media ruse. But they learned the art from the reptiles of Oz and the tabloid Murdochian press, and now you've just discovered that anyone can carry on in the same way? Such sweet joy ...

Then there is the major party professional political class, which seems to believe appalling ideas can be hidden behind a rote line and a lie. The art of winning government is reduced to an auction of bribes and feeding people on their own prejudices.

Hilarious stuff, this from a kissing cousin to the Faux Noise crowd, though that has resulted in excellent intimately related, fox friendly comedy...





Go on, rant and rail about everybody but the real ratbags ...

The Greens, teals and the growing conga line of minor parties and independents enjoy the privilege of saying whatever they want without the embuggerance of ever having to run a country. Their industry is in churning out dot-point delusions to parade their moral superiority.

And speaking of buggering a country, aided and abetted by a bunch of reprehensibles willing to enable an authoritarian dictatorship, intent on wreaking just about everything, from Ukraine to pre-schoolers, while supine doggies pant for treats, what a non-greenie, non-teal spectacle it makes ...




At last a final fine whine ...

At some point this pantomime will end. It will come with a crisis. Let’s hope our political class and we, the people, can rise to meet it. But we will not be ready.
Former New York governor Mario Cuomo said: “You campaign in poetry and govern in prose.” God help us when the winner of this dadaist drivel turns their hand from verse.
This campaign says nothing – and says it badly. Words without wit, wisdom, metre or memory.

Without memory? 

That's about right for a reptile completely befogged and unable to recall who gifted the cantaloupe Caligula to the world ... but others remember ... because they find it hard to forgive and forget pathetic scribblers inclined to whimper and whine when things turn bad for them.

And so to relief from the ranting with a cartoon that's not about anything to do with any of the above ...




Finally, a few more snaps from the pond's recent travel adventure, with this an old store that survives in Nundle's main drag and which the pond can recall visiting as a child:




The store has been restored, though not as the pond remembers it, and it's now filled with faux period items carrying a generous pricing ...




On then to a couple hoping for fool's gold in the Sheba dams at Hanging Rock, this not being the best place to score a fish ...




A view from Hanging Rock of the valley below ...




The mighty Peel, named after that plod, seen from the back Bowling Alley Point road to Nundle, still gravel, a fossicker's haven despite the signs, and giving the pond a Streeton moment (check the wiki for the Major Mitchell connection)...




In which only prattling Polonius and Blainers survive some brutal reptile culling ...

 

Many reptiles have fallen by the wayside this weekend.

During the week the pond indulged in some late arvo retrospectives, but come on, it's the weekend, even the most devoted herpetology swot has to take a break ... and yesterday was about as tough as the pond, or any bold and brave correspondent, has had to endure ...

The best the pond can do is make a brief note on some of the fallen, it being the season for that sort of celebration ...

Amongst the fallen, aka the ignored but briefly noted, was the Angelic one. 

In any other time, her Frank effort would have been judged top notch ...

Pope Francis had his flaws, but did not deserve derision
For six months, I observed the Pope going about his daily business. He would give us a friendly wave and thumbs up as he walked out of the dining room. So why is this friendly Pope so controversial?

All the pond could do was offer a sample...

...Criticism of a pope can be justified because the pope is an ordinary man who has flaws. Francis was reputed to have had a volatile temper. He was not popular with some clerics. He lost his media advisers. It is no secret that Cardinal George Pell did not like him much, although both were authoritarians. Francis withdrew support for Pell’s oversight of the finance portfolio; nevertheless, he supported Pell during his trials in Australia. Francis knew Pell was not guilty of the charges against him.
Whether a pope is popular or well-liked is not the point. The point is whether his pronouncements were as contradictory as critics claim. Four things keep coming up in relation to Francis: the Latin mass, communion for divorced Catholics, gay marriage and the China agreement.
Banning the Latin Tridentine mass was a move against people who were severe critics of the Pope – and they became worse critics. Not a good move. As for marriage, as cardinal in Argentina, Francis called gay marriage “the work of the devil”. That was pretty clear. He did not support it but he encouraged blessings for individuals within those relationships and encouraged them to stay in the church. Like divorce, it kept coming up from some European clerics and secular media. The church will not and cannot change its teachings on these issues because they go to the heart of teaching about what sacramental marriage is, for the procreation of children and sacramentally indissoluble.
The China problem is more serious. In an attempt to bring persecuted Chinese Catholics in from the cold the church seems to have compromised with a ruthless secular authority to appoint the church’s teachers.
But the boundaries of the church are not national nor is its timeline finite, whether the pope be Argentinian, Brazilian or Congolese. Reno’s last remark about Francis’s “moralising criticism” is nonsense. What is the Pope if not a moraliser? Faith and morals are his business. He didn’t see the immigration crisis in Europe and the US in the strict paradigm of maintaining national borders and cultural cohesion because the scope of the church’s teaching goes beyond those limits to the paradigm of good and evil, which is universal.
The secular media, captured by ideologies of left and right, is reluctant to grasp that morality encompasses everything. As Reno said, our political lives are “in the service of moral truths”. No one understands that better than the successor of St Peter.

Good old homophobic Frank, good old Angelic, one lover of homophobic onesd ...

Dame Slap was another of the fallen, doing her usual rant about pesky, difficult, uppity blacks, in... 

Medically sanctioned ‘cultural safety’ pedestal elevates Indigenous activism above child safety
Why are professional groups aiding Indigenous activism as part of medical school training?

Dame Slap is agin all that cultural stuff, but alas the pond could only note a little of her rant ...

...The Medical Board of Australia controls continuing profes­sional development require­ments for all doctors to remain registered in Australia. Its policy on cultural safety education says its definition of cultural safety is informed by “provision of a rights-based approach to healthcare supported by the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples”.
Given that every Australian has the same right to high-quality healthcare, it’s not obvious why the medical board is referencing a UN declaration that Australia refused to sign for good reason.
The UN declaration demands separatism and co-sovereignty. Article three says “Indigenous peoples have the right to self-determination” and by “virtue of that right they freely determine their political status”. Article four gives Indigenous peoples “in exercising their right to self-determination” the “right to autonomy or self-government in matters relating to their internal and local affairs” – as well as the “ways and means for financing their autonomous functions”. Article 14 gives Indigenous peoples the “right to establish and control their education systems and institutions”.
Why is the medical board foisting on doctors a political project that would, on the evidence of the voice result, also be resoundingly rejected by Australians?
It’s one thing to play feel-good politics by citing radical UN declarations and inserting cultural re-education camps into the accreditation and ongoing registration of Australian doctors.
But even this tokenistic embrace of cultural safety by medical professional bodies will embolden activists to keep treating cultural safety as a weapon to achieve ideologically driven ends.
When ideology clashes with the best interests of children in need of a loving and stable home, and the former wins out, we enter truly dangerous territory.

Splendid stuff, and the pond was sorry to see her ideologically driven ranting end up once again in her fundament, and in too short a form of excremental discharge.

The dog botherer was another of the fallen. Many will remember his tremendous time in uniform - what a warrior he was - and so the righteous anger was deep and rich in ...

One of these men has put his life on the line for his country. The other is a desktop warrior
According to Labor, Andrew Hastie – who fought Islamist extremists – should be disqualified from leading the nation’s defence. If Richard Marles’ attack wasn’t so shameful, it would be hilarious.

Funny how a desktop warrior should abuse other desktop warriors for being desktop warriors, yet here we are and how sadly brief was the pond noting of the rant:

...Here was a politician who took something as precious as an Indigenous consensus on the route to constitutional recognition, threw it into his election victory speech, investing it with partisan triumphalism, then failed to negotiate a bipartisan compromise and proceeded with a referendum regardless. Albanese’s sabotage of the voice process set back Indigenous reconciliation a generation. A leading light of Labor’s Socialist Left faction, Albanese astutely moderated his public face when he became opposition leader. His 2022 election manifesto was deliberately small target and mainstream: he would retain secure borders, support AUKUS, stand up to China and deliver responsible economic management while cutting electricity bills by $275 a year and pushing down mortgage rates and the cost of living.
Albanese has comprehensively failed on this score, becoming the biggest spending first-term government since Gough Whitlam, and baking in so much recurrent expenditure that budget deficits are forecast for decades to come. This has kept inflation and interest rates higher for longer and passed on an unavoidable burden of fiscal consequences to future governments and younger generations.
Labor’s ideological commitment to an impossible renewables-plus-storage model exacerbates our economic challenges. Without reliable and affordable energy, we lose industries, jobs and opportunities, imposing an internal tariff on all consumers and industries.
So long as global commitments to net zero continue, there is nothing more certain than the emergence of a domestic nuclear energy industry in Australia. There is no other reliable emissions-free alternative and the folly of trying to reverse centuries of evolution from diffuse to dense forms of energy will be revealed – every day we delay this leap into the 21st century the costs of our indolence mount.
Early on there were encouraging signs from the Albanese government on foreign affairs and national security. But while, thankfully, it has maintained a commitment to AUKUS, Labor has kowtowed to China and shown alarming incompetence on border and immigration security.
Albanese has gone from keeping quiet on Chinese transgressions such as a sonar attack on our navy divers to prevent embarrassing Beijing interlocutors to openly making excuses for the PLA Navy after it began live-firing exercises in the Tasman Sea without alerting us. Despite repeated provocations and intimidation, he has yet to offer a stern word against China.
Yet all these failings pale into insignificance for me compared with Albanese’s reckless abrogation of his responsibilities when it comes to social cohesion and anti-Semitism.
While the abandonment of Israel at the UN by Albanese and Wong is shameful, it is the domestic ramifications where the weakness has been damaging and unforgivable. On October 8, 2023, Sheik Ibrahim Dadoun led a Muslim crowd in Sydney’s Lakemba celebrating with “pride” the Hamas atrocities against Israel the previous day as acts of “courage” and “victory”. The following morning on breakfast TV Albanese reacted by saying, “Well, there’s nothing to celebrate by the murder of innocent civilians, going about their day.” That was it. That was as strong as he spoke about perhaps the most disturbing public gathering in this nation in living memory.
With synagogues firebombed, threatening protests commonplace and Jewish Australians living in fear for more than 18 months now, this is the issue on which Albanese completely lost me. When we have needed real national leadership, we have received only false equivalence and weasel words.
And now Albanese and his Jewish Attorney-General Mark Dreyfus are preferencing the viciously anti-Israel Greens at this election. Political differences and policy debates are one thing, but this dereliction of moral duty should disqualify this Prime Minister from re-election.
Yet according to Labor it is Hastie, a man who has risked his life in mortal combat against Islamist extremists, who should be disqualified from leading the nation’s defence. And it is Dutton, who has spoken up bravely and strongly against the extremists and in support of Israel, who is not fit to be prime minister.
There is plenty the Coalition could do better in this campaign, and there will be time to discuss all of that. But this denigration of their personnel and character by a closed-shop union collective of appeasers is grotesque.
It is beyond belief that we do not see more people calling out these mutations in our public debate. It is so detached from reality that soon they will be telling us Albanese did not fall off that stage.
At the dawn service at North Bondi, two days after Dutton and Hastie announced an extra $21 billion for defence over five years, former Labor defence minister Joel Fitzgibbon, honouring all service personnel, living and dead, including his son Lance Corporal Jack Fitzgibbon killed in training just last year, called for bipartisanship on defence policy, partly because of the enormous expenditure required. Now those are fighting words.

Wonderful fighting words, and what a tragedy that for some mysterious reason, the pastie Hastie mysteriously stayed hidden in the cupboard , or sheltering in the trenches, for so long in the campaign ... but now he's gone over the top and the dog botherer is with him all the way, as any keyboard reptile warrior would ...

But why this clearing of the decks? 

What about the Ughmann? Perhaps the pond might just once break its late arvo weekend rule, but the burning decks had to be cleared because meditative Sunday time is always reserved for prattling Polonius, and he was in brave war monger warrior mode.



The header: Anzac spirit remains vibrant in the young, despite march of the Left, If precedent is any guide, it is likely that the overwhelming majority of most Australians, of all cohorts from Gen Z to boomers, would support Australia if it became necessary to go to war to protect the nation.

The caption: Participants in the Adelaide Anzac Day parade in South Australia. Clearly, many Gen Z Australians have not succumbed to indoctrination. Picture: Emma Brasier

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Forget the smiling croweaters. They'd be far too young toremember Polonius for his extraordinary service in the 'Nam cause, and for his generally distinguished career in war mongering, and he was in top form this day ...

Last Wednesday, the front page of The Daily Telegraph carried the heading “Legend Lost on Gen Z” with the subheading declaring “only 23 per cent of young feel strongly about Anzac Day”.
Turn to page 4 and the news was even more depressing. David Mills wrote that only one in six members of Gen Z (aged between 13 and 28) “would sign up to defend Australia in the event that we were attacked, exclusive new polling has found”.
The findings were in a survey of 1118 Australians conducted by News Corp’s Growth Intelligence Centre. Here Mills reported that “42 per cent of all respondents said that they felt strongly connected to Anzac Day, but the figure dropped to 23 per cent for Gen Z”.
However, there was some good news. Respondents were given the option of saying that “maybe” they would consider fighting, depending on the situation. Here 68 per cent of Gen Z declared they would definitely serve or consider doing so. As Mills pointed out, this was higher than for boomers (born between 1946 and 1964).

Hang on, hang on, when was Polonius born? 

Is he a boomer? 

Phew, according to his wiki, he was born in 1945 and so wasn't a boomer, and that explains his splendid service record ... no discontented, slacker boomer he, salt of the earth digger him ...

For some reasonm at this moment, the reptiles decided to bring back "Noddy", proving that old warriors never just fade away, they infest AF distractions featuring a different Price is Wrong ... Former premier Campbell Newman discusses the representation of younger people at Friday’s Anzac Day events. “You certainly have got young being inculcated with the whole Anzac legend,” Mr Newman told Sky News host Steve Price. “Today at the service, the local schools were well represented and the kids had, from primary school age up to high schoolers were participants in the service. “It was fantastic."



He's not going to go the Muggers is he? He's not going to pay tribute to that shrivelled, eternally ancient prune? He is, he is ...

All this reminded me of learning of the Oxford Union Society’s King and Country debate in February 1933 when I read English journalist Malcolm Muggeridge’s irreverent history The Thirties: 1930-1940 in Great Britain.
Muggeridge wrote: “The Oxford Union carried a motion favouring a refusal to fight for King and Country if requested to do, and some taking literally a remark of Professor (Albert) Einstein to the effect that if only 4 per cent of humanity were resolute in refusing to go to war, peace would be assured, decided to constitute themselves that 4 per cent, and wore badges indicating the same.” The debate carried the motion “that this House will in no circumstances fight for its King and Country” by 275 to 153 votes. There were three student and two guest speakers. Philosopher CEM Joad and lawyer Quintin Hogg (later a Conservative minister) were the non-students.
When news broke in the London Telegraph, the motion fed into what came to be called appeasement. The Oxford Union Library records that “Joad’s articulate presentation of an absolute pacifist stance was widely acknowledged as crucial in influencing the result”.
That was in 1933. In September 1939, Britain declared war on Nazi Germany following its invasion of Poland. And Joad’s pacifism seemed irrelevant to most British citizens – young and old alike.
There is no evidence that many, if any, of those who voted for or supported the Oxford Union motion declined to do their duty when it became necessary for Britain to stand up to Adolf Hitler and his Nazi regime.
As for pacifists such as Joad, writer George Orwell summed up their predicament when reviewing Hitler’s Mein Kampf on March 21, 1940, in The New English Weekly: “The socialist who finds his children playing with soldiers is usually upset, but he is never able to think of a substitute for the tin soldiers; tin pacifists somehow won’t do.”

Muggers and Orwell in one all-embracing gobbet, but didn't Orwell fight on the wrong side? Didn't he help pierce the heart of Christ the king?



There you go, B.A., the onion muncher, the Pellists and Polonius all in one serve. Time then to honour vibrant future warriors, ready to get into a scrap, Friday’s commemorations indicate, however, that the Anzac spirit remains vibrant despite the fact many young Australians have been told by teachers and lecturers Australia is an illegitimate country. Picture: Emma Brasier



Those brave lads inspired Polonius to hit full warrior stride ...

If precedent is any guide, it is likely that the overwhelming majority of most Australians, of all cohorts from Gen Z to boomers, would support Australia if it became necessary to go to war to protect the nation. Moreover, it would seem that support for the Australian Defence Force and the Anzac legend is stronger now than it was more than a half-century ago – when Alan Seymour’s play The One Day of The Year was fashionable among the intelligentsia.
As those who have seen the work or read the script, Seymour mocked the returned servicemen (at the time there was little focus on returned servicewomen). This has changed in recent times; witness the decision to name the new federal seat in Western Australia after heroic nurse Vivian Bullwinkel, the sole survivor of the 1942 Bangka Island massacre during the Pacific War.
It seems support for Australia’s military combatants has increased in recent years due to a growing interest in genealogy, facilitated by new technology that has made it possible for Australians to trace the war service of grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles and more besides. This has put the personal back into Anzac Day and other commemorations in a way that was missing some decades earlier.
The left, most notably John Pilger who was favoured by the ABC, invariably has asserted that Australia fought “other people’s wars”. This was never the case. Physically isolated, Australia had a vested interest in participating in the world wars, Korea, the Malayan Emergency, the Indonesian Confrontation, Vietnam and the Iraq and Afghanistan conflicts in recent times. Along with peacekeeping operations. It is appropriate that all involvements be remembered in the Australian War Memorial in Canberra, which is being refurbished to make this possible.
This was the subject of a Four Corners program titled Sacrifice and presented by Mark Willacy that aired on March 10. The program was yet another example of the taxpayer-funded public broadcaster’s lack of viewpoint diversity. Willacy interviewed three people responsible for the AWM, namely chairman Kim Beazley, managing director Matt Anderson and a council member. Willacy then rolled out 10 critics of the AWM – particularly covering its redevelopment to create new exhibitions and the fact it receives some funds from the armaments industry.
Historian Peter Stanley ran the familiar left-wing line that the AWM “should not be accepting money from the merchants of death”, overlooking the fact, without an armaments industry, Western democracies would not be able to defend themselves. Beazley made this point to Willacy, but he did not seem to be impressed.
Friday’s commemorations indicate, however, that the Anzac spirit remains vibrant despite the fact many young Australians have been told by teachers and lecturers Australia is an illegitimate country. Clearly, many Gen Z Australians have not succumbed to indoctrination.

Yep, much better to die for the doctrine that dying to save Polonius and make the billionaire class even richer in the process is the way to go. That way you can use your profits to placate the missus, help her to build a nice collection of Van Goghs and then build the Museum Kröller-Müller to house them.

Phew, all that deserves a cartoon, and this is a portion of an old Kudelka, found in full here ...



Yep, we generally agree that war is a bad idea, but Polonius keeps urging us to do it.

It's curious how those who fought in assorted wars never much liked to talk about the experience. The pond's assorted uncles, grandfather, etc., gave only rare hints that it was frightening, and that they hoped no one had to experience it again ...

Not so Blainers, in an eight minute read - so the reptiles timed it - and speaking of urging, he was raring to go for another round ...



The header: Australia was ill-prepared for war in 1941. In 2025, we’re making the same grave mistake, Anthony Albanese admits there is an international crisis in nearby Asia and the South China Sea. But he then shuts his eyes.

The caption: Surely we can learn – and Anthony Albanese can learn – from the crisis Australia faced in World War II. Artwork: Geordie Gray (oh Geordie, Geordie if that's an artwork, the pond has a 'dogs playing billiards' print to sell you)

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Blainers was on a war footing from the get go:

Australia is not prepared for a war or a half-war near its shores. Anthony Albanese has no wish to discuss this matter seriously: here is a failure of leadership. He admits there is an international crisis in nearby Asia and the South China Sea. But he then shuts his eyes.
Surely we can learn – and he can learn – from the crisis Australia faced in World War II. That crisis, at its depth, was not only alarming for the government in Canberra but must have created fear around the typical dinner table and workplace smoko.
Events early in World War II seemed far away from Australia, especially in 1939. In the following year Adolf Hitler and his forces captured Belgium and Holland, Denmark and Norway. In France the Maginot Line, perhaps the strongest single fortification so far built in the history of Europe, was believed to be the answer to Hitler. But Hitler’s armed forces bypassed it. Within weeks they conquered France. The Battle for Britain, now fought in the air, was seen by many as the prelude to an effective German invasion of that island.
In Australia daily life and leisure went on as normal. In Melbourne in September 1940, at the age of 10, I and my oldest brother were taken to our first football grand final, and there we were a tiny part of a huge crowd seemingly unaffected by the momentous fact that France – our own second most important ally – had recently been trounced. France’s vast global empire was already flung open to invaders. The French colony of New Caledonia, so vulnerable, was only a short voyage east of Brisbane.
In some activities Australia was adventurous in preparing for a war that might approach its unguarded coastline. Essington Lewis, the head of BHP, after touring Japan in 1934, decided its industries were quietly preparing for a major war. Eventually he set up the Commonwealth Aircraft Corporation at Port Melbourne where a simple flying machine called the Wirraway was mass-produced. A training aircraft of Californian design, it was the first step in plans to build a faster plane, but the next step was taken only after the Japanese had entered the war.
In January 1941, Australia’s war cabinet learnt that Japan had made its first Mitsubishi Zero, a fighter capable of reaching 300 miles an hour: that was at least 100 miles faster than the Wirraway. The cabinet, however, was privately assured by Britain that Japan would own few such aircraft. Therefore the Wirraway would “put up quite a good show” against the typical Japanese flying-rattletrap, for the Japanese were dismissed as not “air-minded”. Such advice proved to be suicidal for many of our young wartime pilots who had to confront a Zero in aerial combat.

For a proud warrior determined to fight the next world war, Blainers spent a curiously long amount of time looking back, to the days of A Mitsubishi A6M Zero. Picture: Australian War Memorial



The pond had half-hoped for Blainers explaining drones and AI and nuking the planet and killer robots, but he was preoccupied with rehashing ancient conflicts, like the generals who imagined the first world war would just be glorious cavalry charges, or the ones that got Singapore's guns pointing the wrong way.

Would Singapore, the British naval base, be equal to the task if war erupted? General Thomas Blamey, the experienced head of our army, decided that Singapore was not in danger of a major attack. A month before the devastating Japanese naval raid on Pearl Harbor, Blamey thought so poorly of the Japanese army that he recommended that all Australian soldiers then training in Singapore’s hinterland should join their comrades in North Africa and the Middle East. There, under the same commander, they could fight the powerful German forces. Fortunately his advice was not taken. Returning to Australia he so advised the government.

Those who look at the past know one of the results, Japanese prisoners of war at Sandakan in Borneo. Picture: Australian War Memorial.



Complacency haunts Blainers...

The general also noticed people on the home front were incredibly complacent. After attending a crowded racecourse in Melbourne and presenting the cup, he intimated that the throng of spectators resembled a herd of gazelles grazing on the edge of a danger-filled jungle. He knew, however, that intense effort was now directed to the production of munitions in the industrial suburbs.
RG Menzies, the prime minister from 1939 to 1941, had spent weeks in London in the hope of persuading Winston Churchill to reinforce Singapore. Churchill, understandably, believed the key theatre of the war was Europe where Britain, alone of the great powers, stood up to Hitler. For crucial months Churchill’s only allies were Canada, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa. Looking to the far sides of the world he did not predict Japan’s eagerness to acquire new sources of oil. In the Dutch East Indies and British Burma, valuable oilfields were just waiting to be seized by the Japanese.

But people had a reason to be complacent. Hadn't Ming the merciless himself labelled Adolf as one of the really great men of the century.



Enough of that kind of heresy, quick, a snap of Winnie, Winston Churchill pictured in London in 1941. Picture: Getty




Then it was back to ancient fears ...

Japan, possessing so many aircraft carriers – in short, the world’s largest fleet of swimming islands – first had to cripple America’s great naval base close to Honolulu. Its devastating attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, opened up the Pacific Ocean to a timetable of invasions. On December 8, Japanese forces began to invade British Malaya. British reinforcements almost miraculously had just reached Singapore. The warships Repulse and Prince of Wales had not long arrived – loud was the cheering on December 2. A few days later, without the protection of aircraft, they steamed north. Suddenly, Japanese dive bombers appeared: they flew from the present Vietnam, being the former French Indo-China, and sank the two warships.
Many Australians, on hearing the news, displayed shock and a sense of desperation. According to the American consul in Adelaide, the public mood was “the closest to actual panic that I have ever seen”. The fear was contagious that Australia’s northern ports might soon be crippled by Japanese submarines or bombers.
During December 1941 the Japanese invaded The Philippines, Hong Kong (it surrendered on Christmas Day), Malaya, Burma, the Dutch East Indies, Portuguese Timor and a scattering of strategic islands in the western Pacific. The port of Rabaul in the present PNG even fell to the Japanese before Darwin was bombed. The speed of this chain of invasions had almost no parallel in military history.
Meanwhile, a Japanese army fought its way south towards Singapore. British, Indian and Australian soldiers defending Malaya were in retreat. They lacked the protective armour provided by tanks. They lacked support from the air. Though they far outnumbered the Japanese their morale was not impressive: sometimes they were outwitted by Japanese soldiers riding bicycles. On February 15, 1942, Singapore surrendered. To Churchill it was “the worst disaster and largest capitulation in British history”.
Today Donald Trump is daily reviled by many critics because he is seen as making mistaken decisions. The strain on a leader in a time of national peril was just as visible in Churchill. He failed to predict the Japanese invasions and their stunning success, though in the end he was rightly enthroned as one of the three or four main creators of the decisive Allied victory in World War II. Moreover – wisely it now seems – he resolved that he must support his newish ally, the embattled Soviet Union, and he presented it with more than 300 fast aircraft when such a gift might have helped to save Singapore, though only temporarily
Four days after Singapore was conquered, Darwin was bombed by the Japanese. The most important harbour on the whole northern coast, and busy with the largest number of American and Australian naval vessels so far assembled there, it was bombed twice on February 19, 1942, and again and again in later weeks. There lingered a fear that Australia’s main sea routes might be blocked by Japan. But in the same year the battles of the Coral Sea and Midway Island effectively destroyed the ascendancy of Japan’s navy. Three years later, World War II was finally ended by the two atomic bombs delivered on Japanese cities.

The bombing of Darwin turned up, The impact of the first air raid on ships in Darwin Harbour in 1942.




Then it was time for a frontal assault on Albo ...

We can now examine the hazardous version of history that tends to shape Albanese’s thinking. He believes he can weaken our nation’s defences but confidently summon the US to mend the defensive fence he himself has broken. In short, does he hope to walk in the footsteps of John Curtin, the new Labor PM who, it is widely believed, persuaded the US to rescue Australia from the Japanese at the end of 1941? This was seen as perhaps his finest achievement, though then he was less than four months in office.
Just after Christmas 1941, when Australia seemed increasingly in peril, Curtin wrote an article for the Melbourne Herald. The nation’s main afternoon newspaper, it was then controlled by Sir Keith Murdoch. In strong language Curtin called on the US to save Australia: “Without any inhibitions of any kind, I make it quite clear that Australia looks to America, free of any pangs as to our traditional links or kinship with the United Kingdom.”

Cue relevant snaps, Prime Minister John Curtin's article in the Melbourne Herald, John Curtin.






Actually if the pond might state the bleeding obvious, Curtin's decision to turn to the United States was one of the most talked about turning points in Australia in the second world war, and his text in the Herald can be found preserved at Trove.

Almost forgotten is that Curtin’s article also called for help from Russia, which for the previous six months had been resisting Hitler’s almost bloodthirsty invasion and now was winning the long battle at the city of Stalingrad. Curtin showed brave determination: “We know, too, that Australia can go and Britain can still hold on. We are, therefore, determined that Australia shall not go.”

Actually Curtin wanted Russian aid in relation to Japan, reasonable enough given Russia's proximity to Japan and Japan's alliance with Adolf...but do go on ...

It is still believed Curtin deserves credit for thus inaugurating the vital US alliance that still survives. Unfortunately, this seems to be a myth. Curtin and his eloquent appeal for military help was not our deliverer from peril. The first American aid had already arrived. On orders from Washington a convoy on its way to The Philippines faced the risk of fierce air attacks and was diverted far south to the safety of Brisbane where it arrived on December 18, 1941. Curtin must have known of its arrival more than a week before he publicly appealed for US help: there is no evidence he tried to deceive the public and claim undue credit for himself. He was honourable: in print he simply blessed what had already happened.
This week I read again his patriotic article, for it formed one of the most influential but misunderstood appeals in our history. He was not clamouring for attention. He started with a verse written by his old Labor comrade, the poet reared on the Victorian goldfields, Bernard O’Dowd:

Time for that fragment, in Trove, link above ...

That reddish veil which o’er the face
Of night-hag East is drawn …
Flames new disaster for the race
Or can it be the dawn?

Actually, if we're going to do poetry, how about a familiar few from Wilfred Owen? It might help cure the pond's indigestion ...

Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      — Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
      Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
      Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
      And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
      Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
      The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Back to the old lie ... and yet not a word about what a future world war III might look like, as if we weren't already doing enough to make the planet uninhabitable ...

Curtin was pointing to Japan, which for long had been the nation most Australians, especially politicians, feared the most. Japan was also feared or watched by most Californians. Also known to Curtin was that America came to our aid not primarily because he sought it but because America needed a launching pad and an industrial base from which it could begin the arduous task of recapturing the lands, sea straits and harbours conquered so quickly by the Japanese. Nonetheless, the legend grew that Australia began the tradition of calling for help from America and promptly receiving it. In fact, we have no real entitlement unless we pull our weight.
Albanese should realise that the lesson learnt and taught by Curtin was to defend and rely on ourselves as much as possible. Thousands of Australians died as Japanese prisoners of war or “on active service at sea” because their own nation was not adequately prepared for war. Many are among our war heroes. The Prime Minister has yet to learn that vital truth.
The first American troopships reached Australia in about the middle of February 1942. As children, playing on the sandy beach at Point Lonsdale one afternoon, we saw troopships enter Port Phillip Bay and begin their approach to Melbourne; we could even glimpse the faces of the soldiers who crowded the decks to set eyes on this strange land. Of course we had no idea how lucky was our nation.
When the war finally ended in 1945, Australians knew the nation must populate or perish. Only with a larger population could we provide more airmen, sailors, soldiers and nurses.
For the next third of a century the massive immigration program, initiated by the Chifley Labor government and its enthusiastic minister, Arthur Calwell, was conducted with success. It emphasised social cohesion and loyalty to Australia. Then it gave way to a new ideology that jumped too far in exalting diversity and ethnic loyalties. Eventually we imported considerable numbers of migrants who had no loyalty or scant loyalty to their new nation and sometimes a fierceness towards ancient enemies. They sour the spirit of today’s election campaign.
Geoffrey Blainey is preparing an updated edition of his widely read book The Causes of War, first published in 1973.

Roll that one around on your tongue again. Still the same old bigot, still lauding Artie "two wongs don't make a white" Calwell, of gravel voice and gravel mind ...

Eventually we imported considerable numbers of migrants who had no loyalty or scant loyalty to their new nation and sometimes a fierceness towards ancient enemies. They sour the spirit of today’s election campaign.

That managed to sour the pond's day, bile always does ...

Perhaps in the updated edition, Blainers might note that the world is now topsy turvy and that the sides have been switched, and it's hard to tell who to fight for, or what form of salute to use ...

You know ...





You know ...



And so to a few more in the pond's slide show night of its recent travels, this time heading past the hamlet of Woolamin to the hamlet of Nundle, where the pond didn't enjoy a night at the Peel inn, still carrying the batwings first built for an ancient Japanese noodle western (the thought of it still has Blainers waking in a night sweat).




There were many curious artefacts and signs at the pub ...




Part of the hamlet's main drag, beginning with the post office that's no longer the PO...




The way to Hanging Rock and the Sheba dams ...




On the corner was a coffee van with comical sign ...