A special breaking the internet nostalgia bonus ...

 

The pond finally worked out which of its posts had been disappeared by the google bot. The bot had used an address that the pond never looks at, and after learning the details, the pond went and checked, and the posting was still up at the Wayback Machine here ...

The pond isn't going to be bothered fixing it, because it hasn't the foggiest how its different from other pond postings, nor is it going to worry about the ancient posts slapped with a warning by the bot. The pond feels every post should carry a warning sticker approved by Tipper Gore - take care, herein lies reptiles ...

But looking back on those ancient times, the pond did feel an overwhelming sense of nostalgia.

This as the infallible Pope as he appeared on 17th September 2014. 

By golly he had it then, just like he has it now ...

This was the front page of the lizard Oz ...

Why it verges on the tedious, unlike the front page of the SMH ...

This was jolly Joe Hockey, doing his best to help save the planet ...

This was the dog botherer ...

By golly, he looked young then.  As he aged, did he grow in wisdom? Sorry ...

There were other items. In those days, the pond was reliving its second Tamworth childhood, so things like this popped up ...

Still doing it, the pond will always honour Enid Blyton for giving it Dame Slap's nickname ...

And this was "Ned" ...

In those days, the pond didn't actually get into the reptile mind ... but if you hunt around you can find reminders of the time when the reptiles had a graphics department ...

Truth to tell, the pond found one closer to the date ...

But it much preferred the one with the graphics ...

And these were the opening comments provoked by "Ned's" brief appearance ... the pond was pleased to see that they'd been saved on the Wayback Machine ...

Anonymous Sep 17, 2014, 1:57:00 PM
Hi Dorothy
I observed you have that editor at large image on this piece. I happened upon 774 this morning and Jon Faine had Mr Kelly making observation about the ALP and its demise because of Julia Gillard still having to answer question from her past.
Could someone anyone tell me why we are subjected to the opinions of critters from Murdoch giving their opinion of politics on our ABC so they can sell a book and to add insult to injury they were accompanied by a scatter brain by the name of Sally Wharhart not sure of the spelling but I am sure that is close enough. Jon Faine was lamenting how short of talented people available to pursue a career in politics.
There is so much to be said about how poorly we are served by the idiots employed at the ABC and Murdochracy so perhaps we should start a campaign to get rid of a few of them.

Anonymous Sep 17, 2014, 3:27:00 PM
Glad you raised the manner Anon. I heard that interview too and I was struck by Kelly's response. News Ltd and assorted others will never be satisfied. They do not accept that Gillard answered questions directly because they did not like the answers.
I was also struck by the tedium of the discussion. All parties contributed in such a predictable way. But to confine myself to Kelly, I found it particularly yawn inducing that he banged out the 'whither goest' the ALP line. Hasn't he realized that that could be applied to the Coalition as well. It is not because they have the shield of govt.
Kelly and other MSM commentators do not realize that the old two-party system with the certainties of the rusted-on divide is no longer what it was. Both have lost their traditional base and both have very little power over anything much any more.
The only time I pricked up my ears was when Kelly started off by recognizing that there were problems with our political system and that there was increasing disparity with voters' expectations throughout Australia. But the discussion ended up with the same old 'whither goest the ALP' stuff.
In any case I would have thought that the concerns of voters in Townsville and Turramurra would never have lined up exactly and that would have been the same throughout the land. Despite differences though the wide brown land would have been united by the shared public ownership of nation building utilities and essential services. Those days have gone or are on the way out. What is left to bind us? Football? War? Kylie?

dorothy parker. Sep 18, 2014, 8:44:00 AM
Now, now. The pond is always kind to Paul Kelly, lest comments be confused with the honourable singer.
Just because Kelly is a tedious, boring, senile old fart of the most pompous self-important tedious blowhard humbugging kind, there's no reason to be abusive ...

Same as it ever was. Everything changes, so that it can remain the same.

Back in the day the pond was inclined to be potty-mouthed, if only in the Tamworth way. Was that what set the bot off? If so, there'll be more disappearings into the corn field to come ...

There were a few other matters, but just looking at the highlights, the pond grew misty eyed, and a tear streaked down the cheek.

All this back on 17th September 2014 and on 27th May 2023 the Google bot decided to tell the pond that it had been unpublished, disappeared, banished, shunned, sent into the internet ether ...

Let it rest in peace in the Wayback Machine ... 

It's too late now, the genie is out of the bottle. Just like Uncle Elon and Ron DeSaster, the pond broke the internet with that posting. Hordes of BLM agitators and anarchists rose up as one after reading the post, and took to the streets, and that's how the great revolution of 2015 came about and changed the world completely. You don't remember it? Sorry, it was in all the reptile rags at the time ...

When the reptiles talk of cancel culture, the pond can look them in the eye and do a Sybil: "Oh, I know, I know ..."

So with no attempt to convert ancient musings into a form acceptable to the Google bot, instead a poem ... which the indignant can find in proper form here ... a reflection on passing and mortality, for we are all digital fish and chip wrappings in the end ...

I

That is no country for old Dotty women. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies in Google bot.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of ageing anti-intellect.
II
An aged "Ned" is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Murdochium.
III
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of reptile eternity.
IV
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Chairman awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Surry Hillsium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Tomorrow is another day, unless the Google bot says no ...

In which the pond does one siderist unbalance with prattling Polonius, veers off with the oscillating fan, and welcomes back the bromancer for a helium fix ...

 

It might well be that the pond's time with blogger is coming to a close. The pond has done nigh on 7,000 posts, and almost every one of them contains offensive or sensitive material, so the blogger bots could have a field day. 

The pond had hoped to shuffle off into the night with the passing of Chairman Rupert, but he seems indestructible, while the other option - News Corp passing out of Murdochian hands by way of sale or bankruptcy - seems remote, despite regular reassurances by Crikey that the reptiles are on the ropes and a Succession saga is likely any day now ...

Meanwhile, there's always prattling Polonius for a Sunday meditation, and for once, you might ask why there's no bot handy to strike down offensively repetitive and tedious material ...

It's funny that Polonius should blather about balance, because Grant's problem was with the sort of ersatz balance that both the ABC and BBC practice (as does the NY Times and other outlets addicted to both siderism).

This story by Noah Lim in yesterday's lizard Oz - sorry the pond doesn't link to reptile stories - raised the matter of faux balance ...

The pond will skirt the notion of objective truth - best leave that to the hole in the bucket man's philosophical musings - just the truth sounds a bit like just the facts ma'am - but in any case Polonius's idea of balance is that if he isn't featured, it can't be balanced.

How he broods about being excluded from the fold, how his dumping from The Insiders gnaws at his vitals, and he's right in one sense because the show has gone on being as boring, pallid and both siderist as when he sat on the couch and rambled on ...

But back to Polonius missing the point ...

Actually, per that Yim story, it was Erica that was the fly in the honey, or the fly perched on Mike Pence's head ...

Good old Erica. Only a belligerent, ham-fisted player could deflect by calling others belligerent and ham-fisted ...

Back to Polonius still missing the point, and thinking it would all be fixed if they'd invited him instead of Erica ...

It was at this point that the pond heard a ghostly yell, as if from another world: ...anyone who glances at the Australian or watches Sky News will notice the Murdoch stable is obsessed with running down the ABC in general, and Grant in particular.

At this point, the pond must pause to chivvy the reptiles. As if to give Polonius some faux sense of visual gravitas, the reptiles slipped in two very large photos for no particular reason, forcing the pond to downsize them yet again ...

The pond knows why they do it. These are figures of hate, wax dolls useful for the pins supplied to every reptile subscriber eager to practise voodoo and get pleasure from the angertainment, and they also provide a break from Polonius's tediously predictable words ...

How many times has Polonius contended that the ABC is a conservative-free zone? When did you last reach the end of your calculating of π?

And so to a change of pace and a break for the pond because the pond doesn't often stray into oscillating fan territory ...

The pond will confess an ulterior motive ... the pond has taken to Sundays as offering a chance for a cartoon-led recovery, and there's any number of cartoonists willing to help ...

It's even better because the oscillating fan manages to sound clueless ...

DeSantis is a Socrates of the modern world? You might have had doubts, but surely now you'll have to admit that the oscillating fan is completely clueless.

The pond was reminded of Benjamin Wallace-Wells asking in The New Yorker What can Ron DeSantis do now? (sorry, likely paywall, but the pond can''t say thanks to auto log-in)

On the matter of Socrates there was this ...

It isn’t that DeSantis is charmless—or it’s not only that. It’s that his career has been spent on a charmlessness offensive, trying to persuade voters exhilarated by Trump’s willingness to brawl that he is made of the same stuff.

And the opener was this ...

Presidential campaigns are usually launched in a bright burst of hope. Slick videos are posted, bus tours of the hinterlands are announced, e-mails seeking donations flow into in-boxes like the tide. The candidacy of Governor Ron DeSantis, of Florida, contains some extra, darker emotional layers: defensiveness, a bristling ideological fixity, an undercurrent of dread. In a new poll, DeSantis is down nearly forty points to Donald Trump among Republican primary voters. Yet this month DeSantis set out on the trail—a barbecue joint in Iowa, the Red Arrow Diner in Manchester, New Hampshire—hoping to make a good first impression on voters who do not follow politics obsessively and who may have missed the latest fallout from the arcane war he insists on prosecuting against the Walt Disney Corporation.

Then, on Wednesday evening, DeSantis formally announced his run during an audio-only discussion with Elon Musk, on Twitter Spaces. The event was a glitchy mess; it took twenty minutes to start and rapidly shed viewers. When DeSantis finally got going he dwelled on the niche interests of conservative insiders, at one point digressing about the “accreditation cartels” that govern universities. Somewhere out there, presumably, were voters curious to get a feel for him, but they couldn’t even see his face, only a miniature lecturing avatar.

As for policies?

...his brand developed almost entirely during the Trump era in a stepping-stone manner, built on his laissez-faire approach to the pandemic, his campaign to suppress the teaching of racial and gender themes in schools and to punish teachers who defy him, his backing of permissive gun laws, his aggression toward immigrants and trans people, and his ban on nearly all abortions after six weeks. It isn’t always clear how sincerely DeSantis means to impose a puritanical society in Florida (of all places) and how much of his culture war is about political positioning. But name a banner that the Republican Party has gathered under in the past few years and he is likely to have been the one waving it. He is, in that way, a very modern candidate.

If you take very modern to mean very Trumpian clone ...

As if to make that point, the reptiles slipped in a large snap of the two peas in the pod ...

Shame really ... they could have deployed cartoons ...

Never mind, none of this would have been possible without the oscillating fan ...

He's more capable of winning over non-aligned centrist voters?

Now back for a final gobbet ...

Uh huh ... but what happens when Dr Rupert Frankenstein creates a monster, lets it loose on the world, and then tries to bury it? Spoiler alert, you get a repeat of the closing cute jolt in Carrie ...

As they kept on saying on MSNBC, DeSaster's best hope is that special counsel Jack Smith turns out to be a top notch prosecutor ...

And so to a bonus, and the pond only goes there because the pond was terribly worried about the bromancer's gassing. Would he be up to returning to gassing the lizard Oz readership? The pond needn't have worried, because he was sounding like his old self, with his keyboard set to helium squeak ...

You see? Only the bro could deliver a line like "libertarians are all but unknown on the Australian left" with a straight face ...

It takes incredible skill and years of practice ... a bit like the pond delivering with a straight face "fundamentalist Catholic tykes are inclined to be expert on the left."

At this point, the reptiles did it again and slipped in a large snap. Admittedly it featured the man at the centre of the bromancer story, but still ...

Why not a little humour to help the serve go down?

Or how about ...

It's probably not the right time to slip in a different sort of story, of the One in three GB News presenters cast doubt on climate science, study reveals kind ... (more on that at the very end)

Instead on with the bromancer ...

Really? The bromancer would, with a straight face, present as a viable theory something out of RT? Was it just a no brainer, a patsy, a softball, a Dorothy Dixer, a rhetorical flourish?

The pond was pleased to see Lipavsky play a straight bat with a straight face. We wouldn't want another Ron DeSaster moment ...

Too soon? But there are gobbets of self-important bromancer to go, gassed up with too much helium ...

The irony in all this? Clearly the bromancer doesn't have a clue what Faux Noise has been up to. Sure it's a while ago now, but remember William Saletan on 5th October writing Here are the top 20 anti-Ukraine, pro-Russia claims and arguments that Fox viewers are hearing ...

NATO came in at 11 in the top 20:

Tuckyo Rose has gone now, but you can't do a Lady Macbeth by scrubbing the paws or trying to erase the stench ... but the bromancer does his best ... because there's the war on China by Xmas and a possible ally in the fight ...

And so to the next gobbet, with a big reveal at the end of it ...

The Pirate party? Unknown down under?

That took the pond right back ... to the days when it wore certain libertarian T-shirts...

And it seems it's still a plank in the local party ...

And yet there was Robert Thomson, News Corp chief executive, bleating away this very weekend ...

Memo to bromancer. Check out what the Pirate Parties of the world are really on about ... then no one will be asking Robert Thomson to pay for using that quote ...

And now back to the final gobbet ...

Well there are many forms of death, with one of them captured by the immortal Rowe ...

... and we all, at one point or another, end up negotiating with terrorists ...

And now this being a Sunday, the pond would like to end on a gobbet relating to GB and the like in Britain.

The pond has had to drop off the UK end of things, and the charms of Suella and Rish! and Marina Hyde doing over Jeff Bezos and partner in grand style ... but it's there, just below the surface, and it occasionally rises, as when Peter Geoghegan did this piece for the LRB ... and if you can't get past the paywall, let the pond know, and the pond will do it in daily gobbets ...

No room at the inn? It's a great read, and after this gobbet there were two and a half to go ...

Sounds like there's a killer punchline at the end of it all ...

Warning: this post is likely to offend community guidelines. It contains reptilian content ...

 

Is this the understatement of the week, the month or the year? 

...anyone who glances at the Australian or watches Sky News will notice the Murdoch stable is obsessed with running down the ABC in general, and Grant in particular.

That was the venerable Meade in the Weekly Beast ... The Australian blames ‘production error’ for attack on Noel Pearson added to reader’s letter. 

What was even funnier was the reptiles' excuse: they were sorry for the bigoted tone of the additions to the reader's letter, it was just a different bigoted reader's letter, and they'd got them in a muddle, but be assured, they'd sort the bigotry out and everything would be fine ...

More of that anon. First to a housekeeping matter. The pond is starting to get community guidelines warnings. One post was "unpublished", disappeared into the full to overflowing intertubes void, with the note that for it to be republished, the content should be updated to adhere to the guidelines. 

Another post was put behind a warning for readers "because it contains sensitive content" according to Blogger's community guidelines.

The neatest bit of this neat trick?

The pond has absolutely no idea which posts offended the absentee landlord because there's no indication in the warning. All you cop is this note from out of the blue ...

Who knows when or where the crime was committed? Who knows what caused offence? Who has the first clue how to fix it? 

The bot doesn't say. The bot just does what bots do ...

Well, it is what it is, and the pond apologises for whatever has gone missing, but let's face it, every day the pond posts vile, violating filth, and sensitive content.

Just look at what was on offer today ...

The reptiles have started tranny bashing as their new mission? The mutton Dutton projects that it's the PM putting reconciliation at risk? Fergo launching another assault on comrade Dan? Stan Grant launching an attack on the ABC, which happens to be the perfect each way reptile bet?

Talk about a dilemma. Every offering involves the pond violating the senses and offending the gods.

And it was the same below the fold ...

Dame Slap on the Lehrmann matter yet again, possibly the zillionth time, though the pond isn't keeping an accurate account. Robert Thomson smiting Google, issuer of stern warnings? The bromancer back with a cornball Czech pun, while Polonius berates the ABC for being a conservative-free zone? And that is for the zillionth time, the pond has been keeping an accurate count there, and will save the outing for the Sunday meditation ...

It's an odd feeling to be banned, not so much for the banning, but for the nature of the disappearing, mysterious and ineluctable ... and so the dog botherer's rant seemed vaguely on topic ..

Oh dear, could that image cause offence? It certainly offended the pond. Way back when in the good old days, the reptiles had an actual graphics department, now long gone ... these days they head off to Shutterstock, and pick up a cheap image from Vector Images, handy for any project, "emails, presentations, social media posts and more", such as reptiles down on their luck and missing their graphics department ...

Then the reptiles went the pregnant woman ploy, and just to be safe the pond decided to downsize it, because who knows if the sight of a pregnant woman or a loon might offend ...

Then it was on to the dog botherer ranting about unseen forces and gigantic conspiracies and collusions and orgies of fear and control and complacency and compliance and yadda yadda ... each moment likely to offend the unseen blogger gods ... what with the tyrannies of 1984 and Brave New World sure to be mentiioned...

Memo to reptiles ... the pond realises it was first published as words rather than numbers, but this is more likely to offend community guidelines ...

Good old Signet ... now that's a cover ... and if mentioning the Anti-Sex League doesn't offend someone in Florida, the pond is out of form and dropping its game ...

Now on with the rant ...

Could the pond have offended by publishing a Killer rant about masks? Was there a mention of the prophylactic powers of hydroxychloroquine?

By definition, everything the pond publishes is offensive ...

The reptiles were the home of Covid denialism, just as they've been the home of climate science denialism, and many other forms of denialism.

The whole pond enterprise is at risk, simply by recycling the paranoid fear-mongering of the likes of the dog botherer ....

Dear sweet long absent lord, could the pond have been subject to a Five Eyes attack? Quick better reach for an image from a wedding photographer ... or maybe not ...

Meanwhile, the dog botherer kept on posing an existential threat to the pond's existence by referencing that compleat loon, Matt Taibbi...

Ah, that's it, Uncle Elon has taken over blogger, and is removing all references to him coming down from his attic to wreak havoc ...

Actually the pond couldn't give a stuff. If there's one less pond post in the world recycling reptile content, who cares? The public debate won't be suffering and likely crucial disinformation, lies and falsehoods have been suppressed or downplayed, and where's the harm in that?

It says a lot about the dog botherer and his gigantic ego that he thinks that he's vital to the public debate and that his offerings contain crucial information ...

Yeah, yeah, but deep down, the pond suspects it got into trouble recycling Killer or jokes about Killer ... or maybe sex. They have a thing about sex in Florida ...

And so to the voice, or the Voice, as some prefer ... and the usual interminable dose of nattering "Ned" ...

Warning, it's full seven gobbets long, with a gobbet as deep as a fathom, and short of visual distractions, but true to that note at the top ...anyone who glances at the Australian or watches Sky News will notice the Murdoch stable is obsessed with running down the Voice in general, and and any passing supporter of the Voice in particular, and if that happens to be fallen god Noel Pearson ...

Why do the privileged reptiles, housed in Surry Hills amongst the best baristas in the world, persist in starting off with a reference to the 'leets?

Pearson? That Weekly Beast joke is worth recycling ...

A reader of the Australian was left “horrified” after a letter she sent to the newspaper was printed with the addition of two sentences defending the masthead and criticising Indigenous leader Noel Pearson as “shrill” and “prejudiced”.

The reader told Guardian Australia she was shocked when she saw her letter printed in Monday’s edition of the paper with paragraphs inserted that she had not written.

The reader had sent the letter in response to Pearson’s article in the Weekend Australian, in which he reflected on the masthead’s coverage of Indigenous affairs.

Pearson wrote: “The opinions in this broadsheet are more numerously antipathetic to the voice than not.

“They are mostly obscurant and borderline casual racists in their views. Just read the comments at the bottom of this piece.”

In an unusual move, the Australian’s editor-in-chief Michelle Gunn pinned an editor’s note to the article: “We reject Pearson’s characterisation of our readers as ‘borderline casual racists’.”

After reading Pearson’s thoughts on the voice, the reader wrote to the letters page: “I was disappointed that Noel Pearson generalised me as a ‘borderline casual racist. I have long admired Pearson as an intelligent, well-educated and wonderful Australian.”

But when she opened the paper on Monday she saw a very different letter.

The words Rupert Murdoch’s national broadsheet inserted were: “I am at a loss to understand how Pearson thinks that his increasingly shrill denunciations of those who have voiced opposition to the [Indigenous voice] model will win over those who may still be undecided.

“To casually dismiss ‘the boomer readership’ of The Australian as ‘mostly obscurantist and borderline casual racists’ displays a prejudice that would be rightly dismissed if it were directed against any other group within our society.”

The reader, who the Guardian has chosen not to name, said she was a regular purchaser of the Weekend Australian.

“When I saw it I was absolutely horrified because I thought ‘my God for them to actually do that in this day and age’,” she said of her changed letter.

She tracked down Pearson to explain she had not written the harsh words, and she contacted the Australian for an explanation.

“I wanted to speak with Noel and apologise for what I did not write, and we had a nice discussion on the phone,” she said.

For his part Pearson emailed Gunn on the reader’s behalf, saying he expected the paper to correct it.

The Australian called the reader to apologise on Wednesday and put a correction on the letters page on Thursday: “Because of a production error, a section from a separate letter was included. The Australian regrets the error.”

So the reptile reader was happy, and the reptiles were apologetic, not for the contents of that letter, shrieking in the usual prejudiced way, but for mis-assigning said contents ...

Sorry, you can't make this stuff up, and it's on with the fear and loathing ...

Yep, the reptiles are obsessed, "Ned" is obsessed, and the pond ends up having to deal with his obsession ...

Will anybody bother to count the number of times that "Ned" emits "elites" from his privileged position as a thunderer down under?

No? Must hurry on then ... wouldn't want to get caught out by a distracting infallible Pope shell game ...

Sorry, that came out of the blue, back to "Ned" and his natter ...

Joh? He dragged the peanut farmer into it? Now we're in brown paper bag and cash in the paw territory?

What a wretched old dotard he is, though fun fact, if a vulgar youff happened to chance upon the reference, they'd be clueless ...

Meanwhile, the wide scope of the reptile voice? Don't you worry about that ... instead, we have at least one more mention of the 'leets to count ...

And at last the final gobbet lands, and before proceeding, just a reminder of past form ...

Advocates for Stolen Generations survivors have questioned Peter Dutton's mea culpa for boycotting the 2008 Apology, 15 years after he walked out of the chamber during Kevin Rudd's delivery.

The Leader of the Opposition was the only member of the shadow front bench to do so. Following last year's May election, Mr Dutton said it had been the wrong thing to do.

Meagan Gerrard and Alex McWhirter, representatives for Coota Girls Aboriginal Corporation, asked why Mr Dutton had taken so long to recognise it as such.

"As a leader of this country, why has it taken 15 years for [him] to recognise [his] mistake? Why [hasn't he] been listening?"

As the parliament marked the sombre occasion, Mr Dutton said he had "failed to grasp" the "symbolic significance" of the Apology at the time.

"It was right of Prime Minister Rudd to make the Apology in 2008," he said.

"It is right that we recognise the anniversary today, it's right that the government continues its efforts and in whatever way possible. We support that in a bipartisan effort."

Mss. Gerrard and McWhirter took exception to Mr Dutton's choice of language, and highlighted the worsening rates of First Nations children in out-of-home care.

"We believe that the significance of the Apology should never have been understood as simply 'symbolic'.

"We echo what our Elders and our community have been speaking for decades: Sorry means you don’t do it again. Sorry demands action."

And the former plod's excuse? He was a gormless plod ...

The Opposition Leader relayed experiences he had in the Queensland Police Force that had informed his judgement at the time.

He relayed instances of responding to violent incidents involving First Nations people.

He believed an apology should only have been made "at a time where we had addressed and curbed that violence and incidences."

It might have been simpler for him to have said in a cheerful voice, I was a bigot, always been a bigot, always will be a bigot ... but I do believe in the never never, as in never never meaning an apology and fingers crossed, always happy to do it again ...

And so to that final gobbet ...

Put it another way ...

...anyone who glances at the Australian or watches Sky News will notice the Murdoch stable is obsessed with running down the Voice in general, and and any passing supporter of the Voice in particular ... and in the process celebrating the worst in Australia, be it the onion muncher or a plod imitating a spud ...

And you could find that joke about the daily, weekend, weekly, monthly, yearly rage here ...

The pond can't translate "jfc". Community guidelines, wot wot ...