In which the pond fixates on the poodle fixer for a Friday lunch time folly ... and a lashing with a warm lettuce leaf ...

The least the pond can do is to link to Richard Ackland's The defence of free speech is limited for the anti-18C brigade.

It would be fully funny, if it wasn't also fully sick and deadly accurate.

But it might be helpful in explaining the distinction between drawing a politician as a poodle, and ambling up to someone and delivering a dose of racist abuse ...

Ackland is something wicked on the matter of the inexplicable Roberts and Leyonhjelm and the rest of the mob...

And so to more poodle pleasures, as over the years the pond has savoured and celebrated the deeds and triumphs of the poodle (and if you can't find Rowe's classic cartoons from the many links provided by the pond, what are ya?)

So it was piquant that the poodle would provide a little more light relief to wrap up Friday lunchtime follies ...

Well yes, there you go, right there from the get go ... with the use of "lashes".

So how does Warren Entsch feel being lashed to within an inch or a cm of his life by a warm lettuce leaf? Or is that a cabbage leaf? The pond is always mixing its metaphors when the poodle hovers into view ...

As for that revisiting of history, let's start with the current frolic ...

Now can we just head back in time to a few actual news reports at the time?

That was in news.com.au, but here's the thing, note that line about never hearing from Michelle Rowland again.

It particularly got up the nose of Margot Kingston ...

Now if you follow the link here, you can still, thanks to the magic of the full to overflowing intertubes, hear the poodle's doorstopper in which he told a few whoppers, wondering how low Tanya Plibersek might fall and how he was shocked to hear her link it to the paid parental leave scheme, which is infinitely wondrous and comic when these last few days he blathered about "Dickensian" and "acting out of a breathtaking ignorance or a malicious and mendacious approach to the Parliament..."

Back in the day, the rogues and thieves were a little more bonded , and so the poodle could rabbit on about how he'd heard nothing and he knew nothing, and how Entsch was right to query Rowlands and so forth and etc, and you can also cop a copy of the letter which made a nonsense of the rhetoric ...

Yes, there it is, the mention of the child being unwell, and so Pyne's lie that they knew nothing about the child had to be stricken from the record.

But here's the thing. It shouldn't have mattered if it was a child. If it had been a pressing personal matter of any kind, there should have been sympathetic consideration. But back in the day they were all in awe of the nattering naysayer and they all played hardball, or in the case of the poodle, nestled at the foot of the bed, munching of a bone.

Instead of consideration, the first defence the poodle offered was to dissemble and to attack, or at least to launch a savage attack to the ankle of Tanya Plibersek with a few warm lettuce leafs.

And now the liars turn on each other about the events in those golden days when Dr No ruled and all were naysayers full of nattering negativity and determined to outdo any passing nabob, and so the pond can now move on to the final current gobbet ...

Misunderstood the situation?

Didn't the poodle mean to say whip Entsch ... acting out of a breathtaking ignorance or a malicious and mendacious approach to the Parliament...

All that and much more happened in the time of a gentler polity, but then politics has always been full of mendacious types who expect even followers of the blood sport to forget and forgive (in much the same way as some like Phillip Adams want us to forget the actual trauma of having Chairman Rudd at the helm, which still causes the pond the occasional nightmare).

Never mind, that's not what sticks in the pond's craw about the poodle.

It was more this sort of thing back in August 2011, still online at Fairfax here ... which helps explain why later jolly Joe would be celebrating with a cigar after his big budget bash ...

Childish, immature, pathetic ... that's the sort of nonsense and carry-on you might expect from a blog called Loon Pond, but not what you'd expected in two senior politicians supposedly concerned with grave policy issues, at least not in a public corridor as opposed to an indulgence over a whisky and cigar behind closed doors.

But didn't Phillip Coorey turned a delicious phrase in that "doing his best to affect a menacing gravitas", since the poodle's regular impression of a wet lettuce leaf rarely evokes gravitas.

And now these truculent, difficult children think everything's forgotten, and the poodle can go around chanting that he was a fixer ...

Well no, go to your rooms and spend an hour there saying over and over again, politics in this country would be better if it didn't involve such a bunch of vindictive, spiteful wretches who went along with the nattering naysayer, and now expect the negativity still clinging to them to lift like the fogs that shroud Canberra airport ...

Well good luck with that, and in the meantime, the pond will continue to celebrate the poodle follies, 18C permitting, just as we did so long ago when we ran this bit of First Dog ...

As for all that fixer nonsense ... the pond can't remember linking to that other poodle filmic extravaganza featuring the fixer, but luckily that's easily fixed ...