Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Fortress Australia ... and the moat of wilful ignorance ...


The pond inter alia noted the bromancer's proud confession of ignorance as the mark of a quality journalist specialising in foreign affairs ...

Where else other than in reptile la la land would a journalist stand up and scribble look at me, I don't have a clue, and that qualifies me for respect for my well-informed opinions ...

Well we can always rely on the lizard of Oz, the reptilian heart of a dumb nation ...


Yes, there it is, in the third par.

But where he scribbled about "that telling anonymity", didn't he mean to write "my appalling ignorance" and "my public display of astonishing stupidity"?

And speaking of stupid falderal, the bromancer knows how to deliver and to stay true to the myopic vision of fortress Australia that marked the short reign of his hero, always ready with a knighthood but suspicious of any country outside the empire.

Naturally Sheridan was quoted approvingly by the Bolter, who deplored the UN's slimy company, seemingly unaware of the slime he routinely offers on a daily basis ...

Never mind, what was truly revealing was the way that the master troller knew his audience. Truly wandering through the comments section of any reptile piece produces marvels of ignorance and bigotry, and only a few small voices attempting to stand against the tide ...



There were a few who marvelled at the celebration of ignorance, but they got dismissed out of hand:


On and on they went, ranting and moaning, all laden with fear of filthy foreigners and world government:


Which makes it all the more amusing that today the reptiles of Oz, with a readership laden with hatred, bigotry and bile, should suddenly decide that Malware might produce genuine reforms.

Yes, Malware has caved in to the reptiles' demands, finally they dare to dream that they'll have a hero who will listen:


Just don't mention the UN or climate science and she'll be sweet ...

And so to the meme of the day ... and Dame Slap crying out for freedom ...


Through gritted teeth ...


(Above: and more excellent Rowe here).

The day before October strikes is a busy time for the reptiles, and by extension for the pond, and there is much chattering about matters of great moment ...

And as always it's wise to approach the fractious critters through gritted teeth:

Uh huh. Well might be cast off the Abbott era's scepticism, but can the reptiles cast off the Abbott era chattering class?


Nope, nope, nope.

Of course it would take only a nanosecond for the rhetorical Sheridan to use the intertubes to discover all the names and the membership expiry dates of the ten non-permanent members by clicking on the UN here.

Then he could have made a reptile joke about Malaysia and Nigeria and Angola and Chad and Venezuela being current non-permanent members, and wouldn't that have been more fun than once again mocking New Zealand and banishing it into the bromancer's cherished world of bigoted and woeful ignorance for daring to take a seat?

Why is stupidity and lack of awareness of the world routinely celebrated by the reptiles and most notably the bromancer?

Surely that sort of world government black helicopter routine is best left to the likes of the Bolter?


That's right, altogether too chummy with the UN!

Each day the snark of the Bolter makes him sound more and more like a paid up member of the Labor party trolling the junta that dumped Abbott, with ScoMo and Bishop and Malware treated as wretched traitors, fiends and fellow travellers with the black helicopters and the use of climate science to establish a world government ...

The Bolter's enduring rage raised that other question with the reptiles? How to deal with the embittered ex-PM, still foaming and frothing in rage at his outing?

The bouffant one did his best to issue a gentle warning:


Yes, the fall out from Hadley continued ... and the bouffant one tried to ennoble the bitter one by going Shakespeare on him ...


It seems to be dawning ever so slowly that Abbott is now around, by his own words, until after Christmas, and that leaves a minimum of three months of merry-making in the media. 

And the hypnotised, fascinated reptiles seem compelled to recycle every word, and put a kindly spin on it:


Actually Abbott doesn't have to defend himself. He could have done a Gillard, and once rolled, discreetly parted the scene, and got on with other business.

But Abbott doesn't have any sense of class or style, and there's no way to spin his use of "through gritted teeth" as an assessment of the Malware now in charge of the federal government.

Always combative, always the bully, and always willing to seek out companions in arms, such as Hadley and the Bolter ...

It's now obvious that Abbott, by his own words, and by his retreat from his previous combative remarks, lied about what Morrison said to his office ... and yet the rabid conservative chatterers are encouraging him to keep strutting the stage, instilling mutiny and rage ...

Naturally if you're a Miranda the Devine, you don't blame the man for this, you blame the woman ...


A calm and gracious man? And the Devine dares to scribble about blind spots? 

Why she's got a mote in her eye the size of a camel ... look, there are those words repeated again, like a three word slogan ...


But when you get to the actual text, what a damp squib it turns out to be ...

Yep, there it is ...

He admitted, for the first time, that Treasurer Scott Morrison had indeed warned Credlin on the Friday before the coup ....

So all you need to become a calm and gracious man is to show an infinite capacity for dissembling and lying ... and to blame the woman.

Presumably it was also the woman who allowed to make his first erroneous claim, and only after he spoke in error did she 'fess up and he then nobly walked back his lie.

And if you believe that, you probably think that Abbott is a calm and gracious man ...

Meanwhile, the Devine doubled down on her previous efforts at attention-seeking.

It's too unendurable to spend too long in her company, even through gritted teeth - the point about a troll is that they must always double down on their trolling, because when it's "look at me, look at me" stuff no stone should go unturned.


And who might these femi-fascists be? Can we have a photo please?


The Devine was never one for idle talk about Godwin's Law. 

She lashes out with the shrieking fury of a harridan scorned, and having abused every one up hill and down dale as fascists - that'd  be Mussolini lovers and Hitler fellow travellers - suddenly assumes the posture of the victim of verbal violence:


So if you get bashed in Woollahra, you deserve it, you pampered woman of the chattering classes ...

The pond skipped the rest until it reached the end and the expected further provocation. 

What's the bet the Devine talks of a serious problem, yet trots out again previous outrageous lines without regret or apology, calls opponents fascists yet again, and talks of a domestic violence industry ...


Yep, there's a domestic violence industry at work ... and presumably women encourage men to indulge in domestic violence so they can make a living out of it ... 

Why it would seem that the domestic violence industry is down there with the sex worker industry ...

And presumably the only way to solve domestic violence is to stop unsuitable women from breeding with feckless men... using the unsubtle club of withdrawing welfare incentives so that the unsuitable women can either stop fucking or starve or wander the street begging as a way to sustain their unsuitable taste for fucking ...

Once upon a time, they called that eugenics ...


How boundlessly unideal and ignoble is this whole system! People no longer bother to breed the best for posterity, but let things slide along as best they can. If our churches also sin against the image of the Lord, whose importance they still so highly emphasize, it is entirely because of the line of their present activity which speaks always of the spirit and lets its bearer, the man, degenerate into a depraved proletarian. Afterwards, of course, they make foolish faces and are full of amazement at the small effect of the Christian faith in their own country, at the terrible 'godlessness,' at this physically botched and hence spiritually degenerate rabble, and try with the Church's Blessing, to make up for it by success with the Hottentots and Zulu Kaffirs While our European peoples, thank the Lord, fall into a condition of physical and moral leprosy, the pious missionary wanders off to Central Africa and sets up Negro missions until there, too, our 'higher culture' turns healthy, though primitive and inferior, human beings into a rotten brood of bastards. 
It would be more in keeping with the intention of the noblest man in this world if our two Christian churches, instead of annoying Negroes with missions which they neither desire nor understand, would kindly, but in all seriousness, teach our European humanity that where parents are not healthy it is a deed pleasing to God to take pity on a poor little healthy orphan child and give him father and mother, than themselves to give birth to a sick child who will only bring unhappiness and suffering on himself and the rest of the world. 
 The folkish state must make up for what everyone else today has neglected in this field. It must set race in the center of all life. It must take care to keep it pure. It must declare the child to be the most precious treasure of the people. It must see to it that only the healthy beget children; that there is only one disgrace: despite one's own sickness and deficiencies to bring children into the world, and one highest honor: to renounce doing so. And conversely it must be considered reprehensible: to withhold healthy children from the nation. Here the state must act as the guardian of a millennial future in the face of which the wishes and the selfishness of the individual must appear as nothing and submit. It must put the most modern medical means in the service of this knowledge. It must declare unfit for propagation all who are in any way visibly sick or who have inherited a disease and can therefore pass it on, and put this into actual practice. Conversely, it must take care that the fertility of the healthy woman is not limited by the financial irresponsibility of a state rĂ©gime which turns the blessing of children into a curse for the parents. It must put an end to that lazy, nay criminal, indifference with which the social premises for a fecund family are treated today, and must instead feel itself to be the highest guardian of this most precious blessing of a people. Its concern belongs more to the child than to the adult. 
Those who are physically and mentally unhealthy and unworthy must not perpetuate their suffering in the body of their children. In this the folkish state must perform the most gigantic educational task. And some day this will seem to be a greater deed than the most victorious wars of our present bourgeois era. By education it must teach the individual that it is no disgrace, but only a misfortune deserving of pity, to be sick and weakly, but that it is a crime and hence at the same time a disgrace to dishonor one's misfortune by one's own egotism in burdening innocent creatures with it; that by comparison it bespeaks a nobility of highest idealism and the most admirable humanity if the innocently sick, renouncing a child of his own, bestows his love and tenderness upon a poor, unknown young scion of his own nationality, who with his health promises to become some day a powerful member of a powerful community. And in this educational work the state must perform the purely intellectual complement of its practical activity. It must act in this sense without regard to understanding or lack of understanding, approval or disapproval.

And so on and so forth.

Well we were speaking about the fascists ... but Adolf had some good ideas, didn't he?

And the Devine wonders why others call her a sicko, weird and fucked in the head ... because sometimes that's all that can be said ...


Oh sheesh, sorry,  seems like it's being splashed around again ...


And lastly - it was always going to be a long day, this day before October - the pond would like to draw attention to an item that turned up in the lizard Oz, speaking as we are in Shakespearian terms of Abbott's legacy, and no we don't mean the federal government spending eleven billion dollars for a third hand fucked copper and HFC network, having previously sold said network to Telstra for a song, courtesy the Howard government, and now Telstra executives are dancing in the streets, observing, with Kerry Packer, that you only get one Malware in a lifetime of searching for the next Alan Bond ...

No, that's monumental folly. This is a minor folly, emblematic of the tokenistic nonsense that Abbott indulged in while remaining deeply convinced that climate science was crap ...


They planned on a 20% attrition rate? Sweet long absent lord, what business plans to chew through its training at that level? Why that's up there with the cash burn of a start up with no sense of tomorrow ... or the hope of a Labor hand out ...

Of course we've been here before ...


The next time anyone mocks Roosevelt, remind them of the Civilian Conservation Corps and the way that Tony Abbott and Greg Hunt couldn't put together a decent socialist scheme, even if the planet depended on it ...

And so to a Pope cartoon, for no reason except the fun of it, and more Pope here ...




Tuesday, September 29, 2015

I've still got something to contribute to public life ...



Coulda shoulda woulda ...

(slowly, with vehemence and stretching force, as if reaching for the preciousss):

Can't ... let .... it .... go ... Must ... do ... a ... Chairman ... Rudd ...



On and on the mourning and the regrets go ...

Along with the sniping and the white-anting and the bitterness ...

And the Bolter's there to maintain the rage ...




And so on and on - you can look the stories up if you like, but perhaps you should just keep hitting yourself with that baseball bat ...

... While some get to make immortal remarks that will live long in the Hall of Silliness Fame:


Hmm, a turkey who managed to make it to a couple of years. Some turkey, some legacy:



Say what? Did the pond see reference to Ming the Merciless and John Howard in that headline?

We did, we did ... why he's up there with Cazaly ...


Cut him a bit of slack?

Why not cut him a coulda been shoulda been woulda been chat with boofhead Hadley?


Not a clue, and long may the clueless get behind a microphone ... and so the pond welcomes to its ranks the newest version of Chairman Rudd, likely to be up there with Windows 8 ...

The pond treasures its heritage and aims high, or at least, thanks be unto Barners, aims to distort the data for Woop Woop ...


Good old Barners eyeing off the trussed chook is a photo by Alex Ellinghausen which you can find here (with forced video) ...

The noble Barners represents Tamworth - oh industria, oh aim high ...



This can be a sunburnt country
Or a green paradise in the spring
From the deep purple hills
'cross the wide spreading plain
To the Pell (sorry, Peel) and the school of which we sing.
"Tamworth Public, Tamworth!"
Let that be our cry.
We'll treasure our proud heritage
And Aim, Aim, High! 
We follow our banner proudly,
We work and play with a will.
And when school days are over
Tamworth Public we'll honour still.
Not an ugly swear word will cross our lips
And doors for ladies we'll open first
Tamworth women are fragile flowers
Tamworth women, fragile Tamworth women
Let that be our cry.
We'll treasure our proud heritage
And stick them on a pedestal high 
With just an "oh sugar" as our sigh
We'll treasure our proud heritage
And Aim, Aim High! ...
(Repeat until sick and tired of life in Tamworth) ... ( mangled words and music not by Mr. G. Falkenmire)

Apologies, thanks to Barners, the pond was swept on a wave of nostalgia back to the 1950s:

"Ultimately it's a cultural change and we've all got to be a part of that. This may seem a bit quaint ... but I think we've got to start changing our attitude all the time in how we deal with women. Like, don't swear in front of them. It's not politically incorrect to open a door. All these things so we can change the attitude so we can show that we respect people. Because if you don't respect from a younger age then how are you going to develop it later on." 
"You see David, if you get to the point where you just ridicule everything ... we are trying as much as possible to create an area where you build back into society that sense of respect ... it's highly less likely that someone is going to belt someone in the face if they've been brought up in an environment where you've got to respect women." 
Marr: "I absolutely agree with you but I really do not think the slippery slope starts by standing back and allowing a woman through the door first. I really do not." 
Joyce: "Well, you do it in your way and we'll do it in ours." (transcript and gloss here, with forced video).

Fuck it Barners, the pond was going to address high matters of climate science, and there you go, always clever with the perfect distraction, recalling the hypocrisy of gents ever so courtly in public and giving the women a good whacking behind closed doors, the only clue the bruises they sported the next day in silence and in suffering.


Why thank you Sir Barners, so very kind, the pond don't mind if it do, such an elegant lad, such a kindly ponce, and we shall now move on in a most regal and Tamworthian way to some ancient rules of protocol and courtliness ...




Indeed, indeed, and you can imagine how startled the pond was to discover that the Bolter had moved along in these assorted stages ...

Chances are that that some modest warming will resume at some stage, but what is unquestionable is that what we’ve seen is way less than the models predicted. But so much pride and money is now at stake that few warmists dare admit it. (here)

Roll that one around on your tongue:

Chances are that that some modest warming will resume at some stage

Of course the Bolter is still clinging to the 18 year pause,  but what's fascinating is the cause of the Bolter's trauma, the slippage from outright denialism into acceptance of minor irritating warming of absolutely no consequence ...

It was the fiendishly clever and diabolical Chinese suddenly and unexpectedly endorsing the notion of a national emissions trading scheme, despite the presence of a number of regional schemes.

One of the problems for denialists is the way that assorted conspiracies must be shown to be vast and encompassing - it's not just enough for the local BoM to fiddle with the figures, they must be part of a gigantic international conspiracy, because that's the only way to explain how the Chinese Communists have also fallen for the faux warmist science ...

This requires boldness and imagination. With Moorice now fallen and departed from his perch as grand pooh bah advisor to the exalted grand pool bah himself, who will carry the banner of climate denialism for the reptiles of Oz? Who will step forward?

The pond is so glad you asked in such a rhetorical and leading way.


Oh dear, still thinking that Tony Abbott is in power and ready to listen, and with that wonderful notion of ideology heating up the climate debate, with the apparent implication that Jennifer Marohasy is no ideologue ...

Well the Greg Hunters amongst us will at once head off to wiki in search of walri and Jennifer Morahasy and her exemplary career with the Institute of Public Affairs ...

And how wonderful in her discussion of climate science to lead off with a reference to "true believers" because science is all about true beliefs ...


Oh dear, that wicked, naughty walri wiki man, Greg Hunt himself, intervened to suppress details of a truly alarming conspiracy.

Why everybody knows the BoM can't get the weather right from day to day ...


Indeed, indeed. But as night follows day, as noted by the pond, it isn't enough for the BoM to be fiddling the figures in Woop Woop.

It can only do this and get away with it if it's part of a gigantic, vast, ginormous international conspiracy, quite possibly involving black helicopters, the UN, world government, or at least emails in England ...

Why it seems even the reptiles can't get their stories straight ...


Indeed, indeed, and as a result of Climategate and other clever conspiracies, including the manipulation of Woop Woop data, the Chinese Communists have been led astray, and foolishly beguiled into their ETS, and the entire folly is all the fault of the ideological BoM insisting that thongs must be worn when doing the readings at Woop Woop.

Now the pond knows this sounds absurd. It is absurd, but it is undoubtedly true, and the pond refers you to its paper, published as an addendum to the Mad Hatter's tea party scene in the Annotated Alice ...

And now with his successor safely in place, and beavering away on behalf of the resolutely un-ideological IPA, what better time to say farewell to Moorice with some greatest hits and memories?