Thursday, March 30, 2017

In which the pond enjoys a Bronnie short, before getting into earth-shaking excitement with a salivating Savva ...


The pond is so bored with the outpouring of crappy CGI fests and comic book films that recently it's taken to doing a Coen brothers revival.

Not all of their films are worth a revival - up against the glorious original, The Ladykillers is inexcusable, and while Barton Fink remains fun for movie buffs, The Hudsucker Proxy has less charm. But you've got to do a few misses if you want to turn out a dude hit like The Big Lebowski, and some of the lesser known Coen films are worth a second look. 

The pond recently checked out Burn After Reading with the immortal Tilda (does she know how to do a beat or what?). It's likely that the film works best because Brad Pitt and George Clooney aren't acting so much as revealing their inner selves, but it remains fun, especially in light of the recent fuss about dealings with the Ruskis ...

Somehow the grasping Frances McDormand trying to sell state secrets to afford a nip and a tuck ineluctably reminded the pond of the greed of the Donald entourage ... shameless in their desire to sell themselves ...

Next up is A Serious Man, which the pond liked at the time - that dark cloud approaching on the horizon - but the pond appreciates that others prefer their comedy a little broader, which is why it was a tragedy for Bronnie that she couldn't actually get to four weddings, and so the HUNsters had to settle for three ...

 

The reptiles also picked up the story and ran with it, and they kept the filmic heading ...


The report went on - the yarn's easy enough to google - but it swept the pond back to the glory days ...



There's a lot to be said for nostalgia, and for mayhem, and for follies ...


And so the pond turned to the salivating Savva for a fun Thursday meditation.

Now Savva had already signalled her thesis on last Sunday's Insiders, a generally disappointing and dull show, almost as alienating as 'their ABC' showing the Caterists on The Drum, with nary a mention of how grants might save the population from worries about employment ...

Never mind, the pond has always believed that the enemy of an enemy is a friend, and so it loves the way that the knives are now out for the onion muncher ... and for Malware ... as this day's double feature splash shows (with rip-snorting serial and Bugs cartoon), with the bromancer after Malware and the savage Savva after the onion muncher ...


It created an agony of choices for the pond but let's face it, if you get caught and charged within the Chinese legal system, you're almost certain to go down ...


Funny, it's pretty much the same procedure in Japan and it's exactly the sort of tough on crime, effective judicial system that conservatives moan about not having here, but it tilted the pond's balance towards Savva ...

The pond already knows Malware is fucked, and has fucked the NBN, and doesn't have a clue about China or ROW, so why not pin it all on a skulking rat?



That shot of the rat, alone and clearly caught out in some act of malfeasance, is just the way to get things going ... oh how alone he always is ...


...and then Savva stokes the flames of fear by giving Comrade Bill a shot at the crown.

Years of Comrade Bill lecturing the pond? It could be quite the end of the pond, with the relatives (by marriage) triumphant ...

But who is responsible for this state of affairs, what skulking, malign rat has gnawed at the emperor's footwear?


"And government backbenchers worry the Chinese are untrustworthy."

"... they know nothing will stop Abbott."

Why, the lying, despicable, brown coal-loving rat ... sock it to him some more, stern Savva ...


Of course the pond will stay tuned. The pond will be even more tuned than when it tracks Lloydie explaining how the Great Barrier Reef is safe for the ages, no doubt thanks to the Donald and clean coal ...

The notion of the onion muncher being up for a fierce pre-selection challenge is just the sort of show that excites the pond even more than a Coen brothers' movie.

And from a mystery challenger, no names, no pack drill, anyone, just anyone who'll call a halt to the champion's shenanigans.

Who could it be? Pick a box, any box will do ...


Yes, it takes the pond back to the good old days of black and white telly and the Saturdee matinee ... oh pity the young 'uns who've never seen the glory of coming of the lord or those wondrous quiz show days ...

Let Victor fight a stuffed lion, let Hedy loll sensuously, let George drink a final toast to his doom, let the pillars come down and fall where they may, let the earth shake ...







... which luckily brings the pond to another form of earth-shaking excitement, with more moving of the earth from David Rowe here ...




Good old Sally. 

This song has had over two million views on YouTube ... The pond has no idea why ... apparently some can't handle earth-shattering excitement, but hey, let's see that cat pin its claws to the lining ...






In which the pond goes another round in Lloydie v Media Watch ...



It had to happen of course. After the hand is found in the cookie jar, there always comes the excuses ...

As noted on these pages only on Tuesday, in Lloydie v Media Watch, aka Climate Science Denialism on parade in the Lizard Oz, when unfortunate comparisons were made to Dorian Gray, Lloydie has disgraced himself routinely and frequently when it comes to reporting on the condition of the Great Barrier Reef ...

And so the empire decided today to strike back at Media Watch ... providing the pond with a keenly awaited further round in the denialist determination that the coral will survive and revive, no matter what its natural inclinations might be ...


This is an exemplary opening distraction. 

It makes Lloydie look on top of an unfolding response to an unfolding situation. The ace reporter is on the scene, making notes on a still unfolding natural emergency ...

There's no mention of the uglification and derision arising from the battle with Media Watch

That must be stewed slowly, and then it can pop out naturally, like an alien emerging from the belly .. (do we really need another sequel or prequel or whatever it is?) ...


And so the little hoppy toad hops into view.

It is pathetic, actually beyond the valley of the pathetic.

The point that Media Watch made was that after a series of headline features last year, attempting to soften and ameliorate and talk down any coral bleaching, Lloydie himself - as the fearless environment reporter for the lizard Oz, and not Sarah Elks or the rag showing a provided video - had gone extremely quiet and ignored the second round of bleaching ...

It also made the obvious point that Lloydie had been muddle-headed in his responses to the first round of bleaching news, a point made by others at the time, as here under the header More sophistry from The Australian on coral reef science in wake of Great Barrier Reef bleaching ...


Well yes, and back in the day, Lloydie's story turned up, as intended, being hailed on the usual suspect sites, such as Watts Up and Joanne Nova, with the usual headlines such as Scientists exaggerated coral bleaching and Great Barrier Reef scare: exaggerated threats ...

Such is the innocence of the dog whistling reptiles regarding the full to overflowing intertubes, they routinely seem astonished at the way their dog whistles end up in their intended homes ... celebrated by rabid climate denialists ...

The funniest thing is to watch Lloydie accuse Media Watch of some sort of hidden "agenda" or of "projecting a narrative", when it committed the thought crime of wondering why Lloydie reported as he did ...

And so to Lloydie sowing further confusion ... he just can't help himself, and this time there's more obfuscation about the status of reporting from the reef ...


After that splendid graph, Lloydie did a little wrap of the naysayers ...


But that was only so Lloydie could return to his favourite form of dissembling, by turning to dissenting voices ...

He did the same last year, as noted in the story linked to above, where all the links, like this one, are active, rather than being a screen cap ...


So what does Lloydie do this time around?

You guessed it ... a chameleon might put on a show of changing colours, but a reptile is always a reptile ...


So tiresomely predictable, and so comical when that last line echoes all that previous talk of "narratives" ...

Yes, climate science is an "entrenched narrative", as opposed to Lloydie's entrenched narrative of lonely voices crying in the wilderness, explaining how it all will be for the best in the best of all special worlds, aided and abetted by the Donald delivering a whole bunch of clean coal ...

What a tiresome, obfuscating wretch Lloydie is. The pond wondered previously how he lived with himself, and urged him not to check the likeness in that Dorian Gray painting. 

This final gobbet provided no answer ...


And so for once, the entrenched narrative seems to have had a final word, but nothing in this piece will erase the contemptible, obdurate Lloydie's efforts of recent years ... and it's hard to imagine that Media Watch won't want another round, given that there are so many ways of jabbing at Lloydie's soft, exposed head, and wobbly denialist belly ...

Naturally the denialists were out and about in the comments section ...


The pond is sorry, it simply can't overlook the "it's" in "it's ancient past" ... if you can't do English, PR how do you imagine that you do science? - and as for the Bikini Atoll? 

What does a Standford student report in 2015 here say for anyone in search of good reasons to nuke the reef?


Now the pond appreciates that Graham is being a bit of a jolly wag, and that after reading Lloydie, there's little alternative than to sound like a fuck-witted wag ...

If the master is an expert in obfuscation, distortion and wilful provocation, why not the readership too?

Well it's only a matter of noting with Pope where all this has ended, this reptile reporting of climate science, and with more noteworthy Pope here ...



Wednesday, March 29, 2017

In which the pond indulges in a little "Australian" essence of Devine ...


The pond only notes the latest outburst by the arm-breaking grub - an employee of News Corp - because it represents a trend towards hysteria, offence and insult in sundry Murdochian organs... along with a goodly dose of paranoia, as the reptiles of Oz have tried to stir up the Xians ...


Now the pond can't keep up with all the stories, but whenever it hears talk of "unAustralian" it reaches for its Glock ... or at least for an understanding of what's properly "Australian" ...

Here are the whining, moaning Xians at work in the lizard Oz ...


Ah, it's the complimentary woman man, the angry Sydney Anglicans are setting the pace to restore the world to the innocent days before Eve did the dirt on Adam ...


Now there's a good one ... that talk of being "other-person centred", and the moaning and the whining about coercion and bullying.

Speaking of corporate bullies, let's overlook the creepy arm-breaker, dragging kids into the fray, and instead look at a proponent of the art of being other-person centred, Murdochian media style ...


Yes, it's the homophobic gay bashing fundamentalist Devine, who when not bashing the Islamics, can be relied to hang a greenie from the nearest lamp post, or do over a passing gay ...

What's passing curious is where the Devine dragged that "most of us" from.

Is she suggesting that "most of us" are as bigoted and vile as she is?


Actually there were many reasons that meant that the onion muncher's contrived policy to delay, defer and hopefully even defeat marriage equality never saw light of day, not least because the obvious nature of his bigoted contrivance didn't relieve members of parliament from the obligation to prevent hate speech from consuming the nation. 

Better keep it in the ghetto of Murdoch la la land, than pay people to spread the message of fear and loathing ... a job which the Devine, the Bolter and other bigots could do with one hand pounding a one-eyed keyboard ...

And so on to assorted and sundry Devine lies and misrepresentations, aided and abetted by new "research" conducted, the Devine claims, back in December, and landing amongst us in late March...

It is of course a set of findings fed to the Devine so that she, in her bilious, vile way, might construct as negative a case as she could manage ...

But there's something missing. The pond hasn't deployed some of the photos used to illustrate the piece, but surely there should be a shot of the ravening hounds shouting at the camera, glaring like zombies, carrying signs and placards, and possibly foaming at the mouth ...


Ah yes, there they are. Is there a lamp post handy?

And so to throwing everything, including the kitchen sink and Safe Schools, into the bullying debate:


Truth to tell, nothing will legitimise the result in the eyes of bigots, fundamentalist Xians and Islamics and Jews, and crazies like the Devine ....

Never mind the illiterate reference to "this polls", and the deviant attempt to extend the polling into further claim-grabbing territory by talk of "shy" no votes ... apparently there are no Xians with a conscious that might have a "shy" yes vote lurking in their supposedly compassionate soul.

Let's just cut to the main game. 

This column presumably passes as what what the Xian leaders and the reptiles see as "Australian" behaviour and "Australian" speech ... which is to say, licensed bigotry, manipulation of data, innuendo, and frank, offensive, explicit insults ...

How did the pond realise that the Devine had once again hit her mark?

Well right there at the top of the comments section, there was a comment from one Jim lad ...


Well done Jim lad.

It takes a considerable feat to overlook the treatment of gay people by the Nazis, but you've managed it. What a splendid tribute to Devine thinking you are.

No doubt on rising each morning, you splash yourself with a scent that's pleasing to your bigoted nostrils ...





In which the pond joins the dog botherer and Dame Slap in a glorious crusade ...


Some days it's best to start with a light-hearted joke that does no damage to property ...

Will there come a day when jokes about feral dicks of the mutton dutton kind are banished from the full to overflowing intertubes?


Luckily, the pond doesn't harass the reptiles, rather it herds them towards redemptive enlightenment and an understanding of their crimes ... though it does raise the question of how many times it takes to perform an "harass" ...

Could someone get away with two or three harassments, would ten harassments be an "harass" too far ...? Who knows, but then who would think this was sensible wording? Apart from the feral fools gathered under Malware ...

Never mind, it's back to the usual business, and this day the reptiles provided a transcript showing the dog botherer attempting to think on his feet ...



The trouble with this line, logically, is that if the left prefers to feel superior, then clearly the dog botherer feels superior to the left's feeling of superiority, and his feeling of superiority apparently comes from a sense that he confronts reality and gets things done ... like helping start a war in Iraq and didn't that work out well ...



Oh just stop right there, you feckless fuckwit of the first water. We aren't in a post-Trump age, unless you consider Trump is no longer acting as the POTUS ...

As for the rest, you feral fool, what the fuck is "politic correctness"?

Oh don't go running, wailing, to the subs, like a sook or a mummy's boy, harden the fuck up and check your own copy ... your name's on it, wear it you pathetic excuse for a token ... why the pond wouldn't even deign to play Monopoly if you were the token ...

As for the rest, it's full of the usual futtocking ...


Read that line about 'political posturing' and weep.

What else to say, how else to describe, how to summarise succinctly in a couple of words, the dog botherer disappearing up his own fundament in a flurry of right-wing clich├ęs of the predictable, crude and trolling kind ... though it is passing sad and strange how Wilders already seems to have fallen off the list of names trotted out on this sort of occasion ...

As for the celebration of Hansonism, it establishes exactly where the mealy mouthed dog botherer sits ... and so to the standard bout of fear-mongering ...


The pond has no idea if the dog botherer won the debate,  but it seems the tossers at the Ethics Centre think this is the way to sell bullshit tote bags ...




And they wanted thirty nine bucks and up to listen to this sort of drivel, with the only reward a free fucking tote bag ...

Meanwhile, anyone wanting an irony overload can spot the Ethics Centre blathering about other debate topics:

The Ethics Centre has set an ambitious goal to present a program on refugee policy that adds to debate and goes beyond the polarised positions that have created political stalemate. We believe narrowing in on the refugee convention is the best way to do this. Our speakers will address the middle ground with intelligence, reason and a healthy passion that won’t descend into name-calling or over-simplicity.

Yep, there's nothing like an inane dog botherer blathering on about PC to ensure an avoidance of name-calling and to provide an abundance of rich over-complexity ...

And so to an apology ... the dog botherer's splendid outing has cast Dame Slap into second place, a position the good Dame rarely accepts or tolerates ...



It will also be noted that Dame Slap's rant this day has been made largely redundant by the dog botherer's covering of the turf ... there's only so many times that anyone can listen to the same pack of hounds howling at the moon, all singing from the same song sheet ...



There is of course a little sticking point here.

When Dame Slap talks of "our values", the good Dame seems to assume that everyone is on the same page as she is ... which is to say, a barking mad right wing loon howling at the moon, and imagining that climate science is a way for the United Nations to introduce world government ...

"Our values" ... "our solidarity" ... why madame, that's the same sort of talk that has led to the pond depositing squillions into the Godwin's Law swear jar, though you seem to have missed out on Volksgemeinschaft and talk of Gemeinschaftsfremde ... and let us not forget blut und boden ... 

Oh sheesh, wait, you really want to start rabbiting on again about 18C, don't you? Talk about core values of immediate vital concern ... for the four who pack into Barners' office ...


Oh indeed, indeed ...


More of the quisling, lickspittle, fellow travelling, pandering May at the Independent here, as the pond rushes on to devour the last Dame Slap gobbet ...


What sticks in the craw is the notion that Dame Slap, scribbling in a rag that sells on a good day to a couple of hundred thousand Australians out of a population zooming past twenty three million is in any position to talk about commonality amongst Australians ... as if the reptiles' relentless, tedious, incessant squawking about 18C is a major issue ten feet beyond the water cooler in the reptiles' leet Surry Hills bunker ...

Somehow it evoked ancient tribal memories in the pond ...


Now some suggest that this appeal by Hitler for the support of the German people is very awkward, and uses complicated heavy Germanic grammar in a way that doesn't make sense, but the pond thinks the text is pretty straightforward, and reads something like "I am now asking the dinkum Aussie folk to join with me ...we are failing to project strength and solidarity by not uniting around our core, common values, and so we must unite behind Dame Slap, and her common values - oh they're so bloody common - so that we can march together forward to a glorious future arising from the solidarity and strength of the dinkum Aussie volk gathered together under the glorious leadership of the reptiles of Murdochian la la land" ...

Or some such thing, as another dollar hits the swear jar ...

And now, as we're all rats trapped in a cage of our making, who couldn't shed a tear for the plight of Malware, as celebrated by David Rowe ... with more celebratory Rowe here ... and what a rat for company in the cell ...