Sophie Mirabella, and caution, colourful language within even though it's severely denounced for being colourful ...

(Above: Sophie Mirabella preparing to bore the good citizens of Bright, found here. According to reports of the day, she did indeed achieve her aim, as she continues to achieve this noble aim for all the citizens of Australia week by week, month by month, year by year.)

News flash:

"She (the prime minister) is as deluded as Colonel 'My people love me' Gaddafi," Ms Mirabella told reporters in Canberra this morning.

A stern leader gravely takes the matter in hand:

Mr Abbott said it was a "colourful" description of Ms Gillard but not language he would normally use.

Asked several times on Fairfax Radio whether he would tell his party members to tone down their language, Mr Abbott said: "People understand that in a robust democracy there'll be a lot of colourful language".

Stern action is in the wings:

The Liberal leader said he hadn't had a chance to speak to Ms Mirabella on the issue.

"(But) it is very important that we are passionate against this new tax which is a total breach of faith by the prime minister." (Comparing Gillard to Gaddafi 'colorful', says Abbott).

Now it's come to the attention of the pond that some people have called Sophie Mirabella a foaming mad dog bitch from hell.

And indeed they have a right to be passionate about Sophie Mirabella, who represents a total breach of all political standards once taken as the norm in Australia.

She might - for all we know and has been alleged by some - be a spawn of Satan, or spawning Satan, though we hesitate to confirm that without convincing scientific evidence. Indeed once upon a time a politician using that sort of language might find themselves in due course losing their pre-selection and their place in a parliament ...

There is also a tendency to assume that Sophie Mirabella is a brain dead space where stupid and offensive political analogies leap from the brain to the tongue in less time than it takes to eat a sickening, sugary mouthful of fairy floss.

But that's a colourful comparison, and certainly not the sort of language we would use or endorse on the pond. Though we do have fantasies about her losing her seat in parliament ...

In fact, the pond is violently opposed to saying anything colourful about Sophie Mirabella because it actually makes her look colourful. Not when her policy insights amount to the discovery that Gaddafi's and Gillard's names begin with "G".

And there's no reason to make your average common or garden twit look colourful as she does the bidding of her festering, brooding, gutter trawling, vile, bilious, overweening master of these rogues and rags of Australian politics.

Don't blame the attack dog with the foaming teeth, and the wayward metaphor, look to the hound master with the lips pursed to deliver the dog whistle.

Get around behind now Sophie, good girl, you've given the sheep a fearsome nipping. Now back in to your kennel ...

Meanwhile, shadow Liberal health nark Peter Dutton found the time yesterday to compare Trade Minister Craig Emerson to Gaddafi, and today Eric Abetz managed to see the shadow of Gaddafi hovering over current Australian labor laws ...

Here's a comparison.

Could you imagine, when he lost power at the start of the second World War, Bob Menzies wandering around dissing John Curtin as the Hitler or Mussolini of the day? Even as a joke, comparing Gillard to Gaddafi is either crazed or tasteless, meaningless and base mockery, the work of spivs and knaves and ne'er do wells ...

Plenty of people wanting to inhabit the lower end of the pond these days, as the crazed Macbeth of politics pursues his relentless plans to seize power, even if it means sending the entire country into an entire tizz of Godwin's Law breaches ... as the parliamentary and political debate descends to the level of a common blog.

The question is, is it all the fault of the internet, and common bloggers for lowering the tone - they always cop their more than fair share of abuse for their sordid anonymous ways - or can Tony 'Macbeth' Abbott, knife in hand, cutting and thrusting, take a share of the blame?

Gillard as Gaddafi? Go eat your sordid, wretched shorts, or come write for the pond. That sort of language is welcome here because we expect politicians to behave like ill-mannered, ill-minded loons ...

And now a poem

Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my manly breasts,
And take my somewhat feeble amount of milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'

Oh I know it was originally Lady Macbeth nee Gillard but surely it suits Mr Macbeth nee Tony Abbott just as well ...

(Below: this is going to stump the most astute reader who strays into the pond. The trick challenge? Pick the goose from the duck ...

You picked the man on the left as the goose? Wrong! He's a daffy duck. Just like the other daffy duck. Sure they're both gooses in a way, what with the feathers and the flapping, but it's pluck a duck muck a country day here at the pond.

Sigh. Another day of policy debate in Australia done and dusted.

Sure it's colourful language to thus describe the opposition leader, and not the normal sort of language we would use to describe any politician - fingers twisted and knotted - but what's wrong with colourful language as opposed to the hard, tedious grind of manufacturing decent policies).