That's His Girl!

OUR Prime Minister's father would have been so very proud.

UPDATE: It is a rare thing for the obligation to play golf to be resented, but that is the case today. The friends waiting at the first tee won't be half as much as fun as watching Gillard's unpaid apologists ignore the story, spin the story, bury the story.

Barrie Cassidy, who should be working at the BBC, will have his spade out shortly.

Laurie Oakes will be sitting on the story, with no hope of a peep escaping the rolling smother of those saddle-bagged buttocks.

Michelle Grattan will set aside the ear trumpet and profess not to have heard a thing.

Phil Coorey is even now penning a column asserting that revelations of graft are good for the PM's poll standing and that it is Tony Abbott who has the real headache.

Peter McEvoy is calling Malcolm Turnbull, telling him he is too much of a gentleman to ever raise such a sordid subject and would he like to play the Opposition Leader Australia Really Wants on next week's Q&A?

And Anne Summers? Well, after telling Young Chip to fetch her a double dose of Ford Pills, she will set to work on her next speech to Emily's Listers, hailing the Lady in the Lodge for aborting Bruce Wilson's child and further suggest all women who undergo terminations should get $5000 payments. After all, that's what the breeders get, so it would be only fair.

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UPDATE II: If you doubt the prophesies above, refrain from betting against them. Nothing can be too low, filthy, shameless and corrupt to stay the luvvie elite from springing to its immediate defence. Absolutely nothing.

UPDATE III: At Catallaxy, another prophecy, this one from commenter The Beer Whisperer, "When do we get Underbelly: Red-headed Trollop?"

UPDATE IV: Oakes lives up to expectations. He is on Neil Mitchell's 3AW radio show this very minute. A sample: "The Australian has devoted a page and a half to this with no allegation of wrongdoing ... Her boyfriend had a big night at the casino, well that's credible."

The Bowl of Drpping concludes with an observation that the Lynch a Catholic Royal Commission holds no obvious peril for Tony Abbott (Oakes will need another 30 minutes or so to manufacture one) and then a gush of adoring mush in praise of Gough Whitlam.

UPDATE V: Already late for the golf date, but one thing about the timing the $5000 payment seems smelly and odd. If that cash was deposited in "mid 1995", as The Australian today asserts, what of this coda to the transcript of the S&G exit interview with Peter Gordon (emphasis added at the Billabong):

PG: Julia, you told us you commenced a personal relationship with Bruce Wilson in late 1991. Can you tell us the current status of that personal relationship?

JG: Bruce is currently in Western Australia and we aren't in contact and I don't expect to be in contact with him again unless I needed to for some particular purpose related to the issues that we've discussed, and that means in, well, that obviously means that any relationship between us is at an end.

Along with a lot of other things about the relationship, Gillard needs to explain the chronology of the romance's rupture  If she had broken up with Wilson, why was he slipping cash into her bank account? If she had not broken up with Wilson and remained in contact, why did she lie to Gordon?

Silly question. Gillard lies about everything.