Tuesday, April 04, 2017

In which the pond does another round with the sanctimonious thought police moaning about the sanctimonious thought police ...


The pond perforce must admire the obsessive compulsive behaviour of Rebecca Urban and her fellow reptiles, who always favour her obsessive compulsive pieces with prominent digital placements ...

Regrettably, the pond must file these offerings under "Misc" and move on, because over at the Terror there were the usual weird offerings ...


Anybody who thought that the Terrorists would tiptoe around their arm-breaking columnist after his recent shaming and sacking doesn't understand the rabid nature of the Terror these days ... just take a look at that companion piece by the bizarre Corrine Barracough.

Okay, Australia, the pond has a problem. With futtocky fuckwits of the Barraclough kind. And the arm-breaking kind ...

What's interesting is that the arm-breaker has been reported by the reptiles of Oz as heading off into the miasma of the full to overflowing intertubes ...


Actually reptiles, with the best will in the world, the pond doesn't want to WATCH, and thinks the arm-breaker can fund his efforts out of his handsomely endowed parliamentary pension ... and then he can join the zillions digitally braying at clouds ... you know, like the pond itself ...

Amidst this cornucopia of weirdness and monstrous stupidity, the pond sighted another offering on the lizard Oz, and what was unnerving about it was the way the splash might have been written for a Lathamite piece ...


Now as soon as the pond reads a line like "thought police taking charge", the pond immediately reaches either for its Orwellian Glock, or for its patent-pending solution ...though it seems many others have come up with the same idea for the patent ...


Throw in idle chatter about caving into a manipulative PC brigade seeking a conformity of views, and the pond immediately knows it's in the congenial company of a paranoid fuckwit, no doubt wanting to pander to the views expressed around the bunker water cooler in Surry Hills, as the reptiles get stuck into the kool aid ...

There is such an astonishing, singular stream of columns in the lizard Oz bemoaning a conformity of views that it amounts to a monolithic conformity of views ...

And now, it's on with the pandering and the conformity of views ...


Now the pond recalls someone once attempting to reassure the pond that Sexton had some grip on sanity, but what is the pond to make of a line like "It is true, of course, that some people have been prepared to speak out on these matters but they need to have a relatively secure position - and to be prepared for abuse in much of the media."

What, the Murdochian press, which constitutes much of the remaining tree killer media, doesn't provide a relatively secure postion?

And what on earth does Sexton mean when he talks of "controversial opinions, which can be broadly defined as those that contradict or even question the canons of political correctness."

What the fuck are the "canons of political correctness"?

Are we talking about driving on the right side of the street, being polite to fellow bus and train passengers, and not carrying on and gawking when someone in the Broadway centre offers service with a tranny smile?

If Sexton were making a play, a pun, on the Catholic notion of the canon, the pond would enjoy the jolly jape amongst chums, but Sexton shows all the signs of believing in this sort of routine reptile gibberish ...

Why is Sexton so keen to pander to the reptiles? Is there a clue in his talk of media and political insiders wanting to make money from playing to the base instincts of Australians?

Well it might be said that a sometime Solicitor General is an insider's insider, so the question is, does Sexton have a book to sell?


Oh goody goody gumdrops, there is a book to sell. So it's another ageing irrelevant, in a quest for relevance by pandering to the rhetoric of the Murdochians, a cult which doesn't turn a profit, but which serves the vanity and the power lust of the Chairman ...

Sadly, the pond isn't up for the buying of the book, not from a writer who can come up with doozies like the notion that social media "has resulted in increased conformity to conventional views."

No evidence is presented for this remarkably asinine statement, which is hardly surprising, because evidence would be hard to find, it being the embodiment of prejudice, plucked from the ether in the manner of holding a moistened finger up into the wind ...perhaps as a prelude to inserting it up the clacker.

And that other line is guaranteed to send the pond into a frenzy, the one about people feeling the need "for a set of secular pieties to substitute for what were previously religious beliefs."

It's a dissembling, disingenuous nonsense, of the kind which frequently sees climate science talked about as a religion, with devoted followers and absurd pieties ...

Does Sexton ever lie awake at night, unnerved at the way he sounds like every other member of the reptile commentariat, a lockstep mentality which is always politically correct, in the reptile way, on all matters of political correctness?

Does he join the diminishing readership and the failed business model, and assiduously read up on the latest Becca, so that there might be gasping, and tut-tutting and cluck-clucking, as they absorb the latest shock horror titillating news designed to agitate their religious beliefs?

Rings, gender neutral titles, oh the world is coming to an end. Click the heels three times Dorothy and hope to end up in North Carolina before they had to sort out the mess they'd made ...

Does Sexton ever worry that he might be doing a Latham? Well is there much distance between Latham writing about elites grabbing hold of institutions, up against Sexton listing a flock of bodies in the grip of political correctness?

Does anyone else share the cosmic joke that this sort of blather comes from a former federal leader of the opposition, and a NSW Solicitor-General, as written up in Fairfax in 2015 here, where there's talk of Vini as a favoured lunchtime spot for the wine list, a glass of red from Piedmont, and a delicious gnocchi with braised beef, tomato, pecorino and crisp fried onions ... and these immortal lines ...

His father, Cyril, a lawyer in the Commonwealth public service, moonlighted at the Melbourne Herald during law school, writing for the sport pages. "Until the end of his life he had a sharp eye for the stock phrases used by sport writers everywhere to avoid any semblance of fresh imagery," he writes in the book.

The long absent lord alone knows what he would make of endless jibber jabber about the "iron rule of political correctness", and blather about "sanctimonious thought police", stock phrases that do their best to avoid any semblance of fresh imagery or insight ...and without a hint of paying any royalty to George Orwell for the borrowings and the rendering down into meaningless reptile rhetoric ...

Well after that, the pond always likes to cleanse the palate with a sorbet, and if none is to hand, then a Rowe cartoon will do the job even better, with more even better Rowe here ...






2 comments:

  1. Hate those leftie thought police. It's not like Xtian conservative activists of the "moral majority" emasculated American TV, and magazines like National Lampoon, back in the 80's

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    1. Oh yeah and even before that the banning of Ulysses and Lady Chatterley's Lover, and even, for good measure, banning The Trial of Lady Chatterley which merely provided the transcript of the trial in England of Lady Chatterley's publishers, Penguin Books, in which Penguin was found not guilty of obscenity.

      Oh yeah, great and principled defenders of "free speech" we have.

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