The pond is lucky it occasionally dips into other rags and came across this splendid martyrdom ...
Without news of the suffering of the liar from the Shire, the meaning of this infallible Pope would have completely passed the pond by ...
Jesus Christ, it's a suffering Jesus Christ ... or perhaps just a wayward refugee from Hill Song ... but enough already, today the pond is giddy with excitement, because Lloydie of the Amazon has returned. He didn't do a Colonel Fawcett, he's alive and well and so is the reef ...
Splendid news, and off to a good start, gently stroking the Riddster through the covers, and now surely it's time for Lloydie of the Amazon to take on all that recent malarkey about record temperatures that's been going on during his long absence ...
That's it? That's all Lloydie of the Amazon had to offer? No rebuttal of all that nonsense about warming oceans and the dire threat posed to the reef?
Perhaps he's just a little ginger, starting slowly after time away from the crease, and soon enough the Lloydie of old will return. After all, there was that last triumphant Test ...
Meanwhile, the cultists will be wildly excited at news of a Dame Groan sighting. Sure she let the team down by turning up a day late, but what's productivity got to do with it when it comes to the undiluted artistry of a deep Groaning?
Splendid stuff, and what a splendid snap of comical comrade Dan ... and if the cultists aren't pleased by that opening thrust and parry, they simply can't understand pleasure ...
On with the next gobbet, in which Dame Groan will groan deeply as she expands on her theme that we'll all be rooned, at least until next week, when we'll be rooned all over again ...
The pond was so pleased to have the Groaning back, that it allowed that snap of the loop to stand.
Next week the pond will be abandoning the reptiles and the blog to head down to old Melbourne town, and will be camped for a few days in the heart of old Melbourne town, right near that vision ... though all that talk of building did remind the pond of that Wilcox about Sydney's stunning progress ...
Sorry, back to the groaning, and wouldn't you know it, bloody wind is rooning everything ...
At this point the reptiles offered a snap of bloody useless layabouts just hanging around at the bloody useless loop, as if they had the first clue about how to build a Metro ...
What a pity the reptiles couldn't afford an immortal Rowe, helping out the Groaner with a vision of the dragon padded up and ready to play ...
And then, sorry cultists, just a short gobbet to go, but never mind the length or width, feel the quality of the groaning ...
A splendid rant, an astonishing groaning, well worth the wait, and for those thinking that the time might be right for a gassing, hold on, even better news, the pond could overlook Dame Slap carrying on in her usual way about the Lehrmann matter - she'll never shut up and the pond will never give up the red carding - and reptile alarums about treaty now ...
Yes, forget the good work by Sarah and Rosie explaining the "actual agenda", there was Killer Creighton back at it, and as usual with some top notch experts to hand ... and dammit, he'll show the feeble Lloydie and the wretched Riddster how it's done ...
Killer Kreigton's on board with Kliff?
The pond couldn't resist turning to a yarn in
The Seattle Times back in 2021 ... which ended this way ...
There's plenty more, a comedian might even suggest that there's a massive amount of evidence that Mass is clueless, but the pond always ddid confuse mass with weight ...
Jokes aside, Mass's massively accurate Covid prediction won the pond and Killer's heart, and likely enough they share a firm view on the efficacy of masks ...
Meanwhile, the reptiles decided to run a snap of the ogre, the beast, who had triggered Killer and sent him running to top notch experts several days running...
Of course the pond had to downsize it to get to the next expert ...
Ah, Prof Christy ... and here the pond must
revert to DeSmog for a short listing on the good prof ...
There's plenty more, as always a massive amount of quotes, just as there are plenty more snaps by the remnants of the reptiles' graphics department, this one showing abundant water cooling the planet and a couple of ducks ...
... while the pond galloped on to the last Killer gobbet ...
Indeed, indeed, and as for Covid and masks and vaccines, and such like? Say no more because the pond has a final appointment, as will become clear to anyone examining the itinerary in this day's lizard Oz commentary section ...
Forget the bouffant one doing the Voice - what would difficult, uppity blacks now up against him? - and forget simplistic Simon invoking the dragon - there no conflict of interest, none whatsoever - and please note that the pond has already ticked off the groaning and Lloydie of the Amazon, and that left just one Everest to climb ... a mid-week "Ned" natter.
The old fogey is back, down from the attic, and brimming with fire and any attempt to kill him off is futile ... because he's Warning Australia ...
Naturally "Ned" is right to take this as a threat. Haven't the reptiles been keeping him up in the attic in recent times, thwarting those who are up for the "Ned" Everest challenge ...
But at this point the pond must cheat, and throw together the two snaps used to relieve the dirge ...
Revert to them if feeling triggered, while others can return to climbing the "Ned" Everest, knowing that all that's ahead is undiluted essence of "Ned" ...
Please, no panic. Assuredly anyone reading "Ned" and suffering immense mental illness has the right to die, because the condition produced might well be terminal, but not before you read the next gobbet ...
Hmm, on a daily basis, the pond's pain routinely exceeds the pleasure, and the invocation of that loon David Brooks and the blather about 'leets, when both "Ned" and Brooks have pretty fine podiums whereof to speak, and are likely to end up in handsome aged care, not to mention idle talk of "post-Xian faith", and the pond was ready to end it all, or at least end with a final gobbet ...
Personal autonomy liberalism? What a splendid form of "Ned" gibberish with which to end it all, and if that means that "Ned" thinks the pond should spend its last days in a hell hole of an aged care home, then to hell with him ...
But there's no need for pessimism, not just yet.
To sum the day's astonishing pleasures, this day the pond has welcomed the return of Lloydie of the Amazon, a light snack of jelly and icecream, but with more treats surely to come to sooth aged gums, enjoyed a splendid epic Groaning, celebrated climate science denialism with Killer, consulted a massive amount of experts, and suffered with "Ned", and despite encountering a David Brooks, as foolish a fop as ever could be found at the NYT and on the NPR news hour, somehow, some way, made it to the top of Everest, ma... and they say that life isn't worth living ...
And now, to demonstrate the pond's deeply artistic sensibility and desire for the complete symbolism of an ouroboros, so to end where the pond started, back with actual post-Xian faith and the radical personal autonomy liberalism of being a liar from the Shire ...
