in which the pond hits on the reptile strategy of boring the sociopathic Vlad to death ...

 

 

The reptiles' tree killer edition set the rag on the world stage, with a flashback to the horrors of the second world war ...

 

 

 

 

 Oh it was grim stuff, and the greenies were still on parade, and then suddenly a gigantic cognitive dissonance kicked in, thanks to ancient Troy, when the pond visited the digital edition...

 

 

 

 

Suddenly in the midst of war, echoes of WWII ringing in the ears like the pond's tinnitus, and we're supposed to care about Bob Hawke fucking like a rabbit way back when? 

But JFK fucked like a rabbit too, and with partners close to the Mafia, and really, so what?

Never mind, the pond knew its duty, it had to at least start the weekend by tackling sociopathic Vlad, with the sidenote that there seems to be a lot of RT viewers on Crikey ... apparently incapable of understanding that while the US might have been brazen in Iraq and Afghanistan, that's no excuse for Vlad to be brazen in his own sociopathic way ... leave that sort of both siderism to the NY Times ...

Still, the reptiles had hit on a grand strategy in their attempt to fight back ... 

Drag on nattering "Ned" and bore Vlad into submission ...

 

 

Putin's move mocks the ideals and power of the liberal democracies? Don't we have News Corp to hand to do that?

 

 

 

More here, with the pond still wondering how the reptiles down under have failed to notice the rat finks and white anters in their midst ... but then "Ned" has always been oblivious as well as pompous, portentous and tedious ...

 

Hang on, hang on, please allow the pond to go back to the opening line in that gobbet: "There is no moral confusion about this conflict".

Sez who?

 

 

And so on and so forth at Vanity Fair here ...

Back to "Ned's" natter, deep in moral confusion ...
 

 

And so we should embrace a speaker in tongues to an imaginary friend, who thinks the rapture is just around the corner?

But what about that moral confusion? Ah well, if you read the LA Times television critic, because Cucker is after all just an entertainer of the Jerry Springer kind, there's been a little change of heart ...

 

 

Ah yes, the moral confusion continued apace, but back to oblivious "Ned" ...

 

Meanwhile, the pond can't resist slipping in another bit of the Cucker, this time from WaPo, which might be in or out of the paywall should anyone follow the link ...

 

 

Golly gee, the entertainer finally changed his tune, and helped the pond get to the end of nattering "Ned" ...

 

Indeed, indeed, is Cucker Tarlson and Laura and the whole mob just a disastrous blunder by an ageing leader, deluded by his dictatorial power and likely to do untold harm to his corporation and his adopted country? Especially with that ongoing devotion to that very stable genius, the mango Mussolini ...

 

 

 

Yes, there was a reason that Twitter hid those tweets the pond linked to above ...

 

 

 

 

Such an unhappy, deeply divided country, and in no small part thanks to the chairman and his son, and his hacks and spivs, and their devotion to the mango Mussolini ...

And now, to continue the pond's strategy of boring sociopathic Vlad the impaler to death, here's a holdover piece from hole in the bucket man Henry ...

 

 

Ah, it's a history lesson from the hole in the bucket man, and to break it up, the reptiles flung in a click bait video ...

 

 

 

 

But if the reptiles had been following ancient Troy's notion of ancient history, they surely should have stuck in more relevant snaps ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not to worry, on with our Henry, turned quisling and defeatist ... 

 

 

 

Yes, it's a wail of woe, and at the very end our hole in the bucket man gives up the ghost ...

 

 

 

The pond will leave others to argue the toss with Henry about imperial and colonial days and the joys of "spheres of influence" and the way it allegedly led to the protection of national sovereignty ...

 

 

 

 

Instead the pond will rush on to the final gobbet wherein old Henry gives the game away ... because, by golly, we don't know how to do a rumble in the jungle these days ...

 

 

Marvellous really, what a time to wave the white flag, and astonishing the way the hole in the bucket man's history lesson can ignore where News Corp led the world for four long years ... Graudian away here ...

 

 

 

Yep, as the late night comics joked, it's just another big savvy real estate deal ...

And so to a wrap up with Rowe, showing the sharkies man offering thoughts and prayers for his own survival, with more Rowe wrap ups here ...

In which there's no way out of the depression induced by a sociopathic dictator, and fellow-traveling News Corp sycophants ...

 

The pond always likes to find a little grim humour when confronted by grim, deeply depressing moments, and as usual Lord Downer could be relied upon ...

Of course bonkers Clive from the deep north also helped with his Covid scare, but Lord Downer took the cake and the cherry on top ...

But then the depression set in, with the reptiles still killing trees to record a sociopathic dictator out of control ...

 

 

 

 

Dear sweet long absent lord, no Covid Clive cash in the reptile claw at the bottom of the page, but instead talk of the 100 greenie power players? How will the reptile business model work, unless perhaps beefy boofhead, prime Angus, helps out?

And that greenie bilge turned up in the triptych of terror too ...

 

 

 

 

Of course the pond is always pleased to hear reports of petulant Peta being shocked by amoral behaviour in the private energy sector, and might even be tempted in the future to include petulant Peta in the pond's surveys ... 

But for the moment, the pond will pass, just as it must pass on venerable Troy's shocking discovery that in ancient times politicians lied ... as if Bob could possibly match up to Lord Downer, and Iraq and east Timor and all that jazz ...

This day the Bromancer was inevitably at the top of the digital page, and just as inevitably the reptiles placed him beneath an image of a tank at work ...

 

 

 

And then there was the commentary section, confirming for the pond that there was no escaping the acts of a sociopathic dictator ...

 

 

 

 

But before beginning with the reptiles, the pond would like to cultivate its own small patch, albeit no match for the deeds of a sociopathic dictator with serious military grunt ...

There was an excellent piece in The Bulwark, by William Saletan, headed Father Carlston ...

This is how it started ...

 

 

As the pond works with screen caps, it should include that link to the Holocaust Encyclopedia's listing of Charles E. Coughlin ...

Of course the mango Mussolini has also disgraced himself yet again with his Putin worship, but as we're talking serious sanctions, when will News Corp sanction Cucker Tarlson?

When will the reptiles down under stand up to head office, and say enough already? It's bad enough being a reptile, but to be running in the same pack as a latter day Coughlin is just too much  ...

Readers of the pond will know the answer, but bear this in mind as the pond plows through its usual reading, with the hole in the bucket man first out of the gate ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, yes, all that and more, he's a sociopath, but when will Cucker Tarlson be sanctioned for being a latter-day Coughlin?

 

 

Yes, yes, all that and more, he's a sociopath, just like Uncle Joe, but when will Cucker Tarlson be sanctioned for being a latter-day Coughlin? You know, fair dibs, it's not just the dictators that should cop it, but the Lord Haw-Haws blathering away and making money for the chairman and his son ...

 

 

 

Let's hope that Ukraine will survive Putin's megalomaniac memories of his suffering in East Germany, but might not News Corp show it's serious by sanctioning its very own latter day Coughlin?

Yes, the pond's just indulging in an idle dream, and there's no relief from Rowe, here ...

 

 

 

 

Another bloody tank, and with odd wheel markings ...

How about a distraction? Even a little comedy? Luckily the Oz editorialist is standing by to help, pretending to give a flying fuck about being greenie...

 

The pond knew there was a reason to avoid the reptiles's greenie blather. It's about as greenie as Cucker is a peacemaker, what with it featuring beefy boofhead, prime Angus, spruiking that he knows the way to deliver results ...

Why not a couple of Wilcox cartoons dealing with the topics of the day?

 

 

 

Yes, that's about right, and so to the final gobbet of reptile greenie bullshit ...

 

Oh just fuck off ... that was meant to be a pleasant distraction, not a steaming pile of reptile horseshit ... (do reptiles shit like horses? In News Corp la la land, they do).

And so to the pond's final duty for the day ... come on down Bromancer...

Uh huh, but what about Cucker Coughlin? What about the cuckoo in the News Corp nest? Why all this righteous indignation about Vlad the impaler when we have Cucker Tarlson and News Corp acting like RT?

Of course the pond didn't expect an answer from the bromancer ... just more snaps to start off a gobbet ...

Sorry, the pond can't answer those questions. Perhaps Cucker Tarlson would help out?

 

 

Nope, sorry, just more lickspittle quisling fellow travelling with a sociopathic dictator, easy to google, too depressing to google ...

Never mind, bring on another snap with Bromancer gobbet ... 

But whatever you do, please don't make it a tank. You know how the bromancer thinks tanks are so yesterday ...

Oh sheesh ...

 

 

No, really, seriously this time, really tough actions?

Oh you mean drop fellow traveling quisling sycophants from the roster. Put Cucker Couglin out to pasture?

 

 

 

Never mind, just a final snap  and a gobbet, and the pond will drop the last snap of trucks rolling in so it can get on with a few cartoons ...

When will News Corp sanction Cucker Tarlson? 

We'll probably never hear the question asked, nor any answers, not soon enough, not long enough, nor any explanation of why Faux Noise still keeps promoting the treacherous, treasonous, dictator-loving  mango Mussolini ...

 

 

Never mind, that's easy enough to google, but too depressing to google.

Luckily, that's it for the day ... enough with the Cuckers and all the rest of the reptile horsehit ...

Here, have a local distraction, thanks to the infallible Pope ...

 

And why not a couple more Wilcox, because we can't rely on Lord Downer all the time ...

 

Oh not more tanks ... enough already with the tanks ...

In which the bromancer waves a warm lettuce leaf and immigration, and the lizard Oz editorialist doesn't realise the call is coming from inside the house ...

 

 

 

 

What hope is there when those idealistic devotees to western civilisation, the noble reptiles, persist in taking Clive's cash in the claw?

The only upside for the pond this Thursday is that it's the usual rest day, thanks to the ban on petulant Peta. 

And the pond has few regrets, because once you get past petulant Peta, look at the dregs on offer, as early this morning, the lizard Oz editorialist was sighted filling in a lot of gaps and sticking copious fingers in assorted holes in the reptile dyke... 

 

 

The pond is pleased to learn that Rowan has a direct line to dictator Xi, and knows exactly what he;'s thinking, but will pass on the catch-up. And ditto Clive, sounding like he's ust doing a mini-bromancer, so pass on that too ...

As for the top of the digital page, it was all doom and gloom ...

 

 

 

Oh sure Geoff and Greg were in a state of alarm, and smelting down about the smelter and dear sweet innocent clean Oz coal.

And petulant Peta was smelting down about the woke yet again - at least the pond had caught up with the latest John Oliver last night, if only petulant Peta had done the same - and of course she wanted the government to step in, like some woke greenie demanding that the government do something ... because somehow, for some reason, petulant Peta is a big government person, and incredibly woke about it ...

At this point the pond usually notes what it might once have been running, when the savvy Savva ran with the reptile pack ...

 

But enough of this survey, and dancing around petulant Peta doing her woke cry for government intervention, because in the current crisis, the pond turns, as always, to the bromancer for a clue as to how the wind really blows in reptile la la land...

 

 

There you go, it's all in the header, a full on Pontius Pilate act. Waiter, a little water so that the bromancer might wash his paws and urge the Ukrainians to fight, because it's all up to them ...

Sure the bromancer was all for a little adventure in Iraq, but Vlad the impaler's got some heavy shit, so tough luck Ukraine.

By the way, the pond apologises for that leaking of a Leak cartoon into the pond, and the risk to the eyes that it poses ...

And now after that opening bromancer talk of the feeble west offering a flogging with a wet lettuce, and giving the gibbering BoJo a brief flogging, the bad news for Ukraine is that the bromancer proceeded to deploy his very own wet lettuce, for assorted floggings ...

At this point, the pond should note the bromancer was heavy on the visuals this day, and the reptiles deployed an image that was on rotation at the top of the digital page ...

 

 

Well yes, we know that, or at least we know that 1991 referendum saw 92.3% of voters approve the declaration of independence, but since when has Vlad the dictator given a fig for democracy, when he might just use a fig leaf for his dictatorship?

And so back to the bromancer, and eventually to the sell-out by the bromancer himself ...

 

 

So after mocking BoJo for blathering on about soccer, what does the bromancer himself offer as a solutiion? 

"...we should offer a new home to a lot of Ukrainians. They would make excellent immigrants."

Well so do Russians fleeing Vlad the impaler, but how is this in any way better than BoJo? (And it would have to be over Dame Groan's dead body).

The pond kept getting the sense that the bromancer had given up, thrown in the towel, waved the white flag ...

 

But Putin already has the answer to that question, and the bromancer supplied him with it ... 

"...we should offer a new home to a lot of Ukrainians. They would make excellent immigrants."

Game set and match to the dictator, and all the rest is mere idle verbiage of the BoJo kind ... who knew that the bromancer was big on warm wet lettuce?

 

 

 

 

So even valiant fighting and vast bloodshed by the Ukrainians is pointless? Vlad will just do them slowly, and we'll all stand and watch, and the bromancer will feel a little shame at how things go, but he feels enfeebled and there's nothing to be done?

That's how it goes in the final gobbet ...

 

 

 

Ukraine is deeply fucked. The valiant reptile crusader in those last few lines just joined many others in giving Vlad the impaler the green light ... with pious thoughts and prayers and hopefully, and a bizarre comparison to North Vietnam allegedly winning by way of massed armoured divisions (sorry, the pond must insist that armour is yesterday's technology), and a leaving of the Ukrainians on the field alone, because no one, not even the bromancer, is going to lift a finger to help them ...

And all the pond can offer in response is a Rowe cartoon, with more Rowe here ...

 

 

 

 

Not more bloody tanks ...

...It’s not the martial aspect of tanks that is depressing. It is instead the sheer idiocy and the anachronistic frivolity of Australia acquiring tanks and similar heavy, tracked vehicles which can never be of the slightest military use to us. And our doing this at a time of acute strategic challenge in our own region, when our maritime assets are woefully inadequate to the need, reflects the kind of high-minded strategic blindness, the paradigm paralysis and inertia of the defence organisation. Australia has not used a tank in anger since the Vietnam War. Our combat troops were mainly gone by late 1971, so that’s 50 years in which we have had no use for tanks. But we’ve had them all that time.

Ah yes, and as for the F111C...

And so the pond turned to the lizard editorialist for a dose of more of the same ...

 

 

The demands of patience? Ah, it's the old wet lettuce leaf flogging, mocked by the bromancer until he too hung out the white flag and left the field ...

And so it goes and so it went ...

 

 

"A unified response from the rest of the world is what is needed"?

But reptiles, you don't have to watch the re-make of Scream to realise that the calls are coming from inside the house ...

 

 

 

So much for a unified response, as the reptiles are busy white-anting and celebrating Vlad the impaler, thanks to Cucker Tarlson and his mob ... inside the News Corp house of liars, cheats, frauds and tricksters ...

Why if only the pond could join Truth Social to spread the word about the perfidy and the treachery...

So is there an upside this day? 

Well Sydney-siders being a parochial lot, Sydney was atop the page elsewhere ... what with a grovelling apology and a man getting ahead of the game by doing absolutely nothing ...

 

And meanwhile as the pond types, the thunder sounds and a sense of sogginess fills the humid air ...

But back at the lizard Oz, simplistic Simon could see a way forward, by pretending that SloMo and the reptiles gave more than a flying fuck ...

 

 

 

 

Oh yes, it's an ill wind that blows no good when there's a wet lettuce leaf to hand ...

Luckily the pond had an infallible Pope to hand to close out the day, and put a dampener on that sort of drivel ... what with none of the reptiles, including the bromancer, willing to do a meaningful thing about national security threats ...

 

 

 

 

Ah yes, we've been there before ...