It's urgent and I must give it her personally.

Yes, a bulging file, tied with stout brown string, the parcel contains newspaper letters, email print-outs and crayoned missives to your correspondent following the newly-elected Tasmanian Palmer Unite Party senator's star-struck appearance on Hobart wireless last week.

Egged on by two bright Heart 107.3FM announcers, Ms Lambie discussed not only her political position but various others including her view on the qualities she would find desirable in any intending swain.

Shock, horror, this was not the usual chick "wish list" including the thoughtful and considerate sleek-haired, moustachioed and velvet-jacketed chaps you find on internet partner-seeking sites.

You know, those who want to experience "long beach walks" before quaffing a decent cab sav in front of a crackling log fire and a serious chat on Dostoevsky's novels plus the latest Fred Schepisi film (never fillum).

And a possible comparison of gym memberships.

No, Ms Lambie went straight for the groin.

Referring to such qualities as the necessity of being "well-hung" and the requirement of having the aforementioned "big package", the former Burnie resident immediately caused anger among po-faced commentators, finger-wagging pundits and those perpetually angry folk who write letters to newspapers.

"She should be criticised for her silly sexist remarks," admonished a writer to Melbourne's Age newspaper.

"It's a pity Jacqui Lambie does not appear to have anything between her ears," a correspondent to the Australian waspishly noted.

Apart from the stroke of brilliance that saw an Age sub-editor headline the debate with a reference to Ms Lambie getting the "donkey vote" the other favoured tone in the ensuing media maelstrom was to point out what might have been said were Ms Lambie a male and made similar comments regarding the female form.

Even if the former military policewoman waxed enthusiastic by volunteering over the presumed necessity of attacking herself with "a whipper snipper" to no doubt render herself as Tassie-map free as any Aussie Commonwealth Games swimmer's costume.

A word of warning here is that any such male thus hooked would have to be prepared to be "outed" after a first date with the outspoken Ms Lambie including a performance score out of 10.

Yet we suppose that the main thrust (if we may use such a word in this context) is more to do with the desirability of seeing a number of persons from a variety of pursuits and professions voted into our federal and state parliaments.

Gracious but a check of jobs among the current party memberships shows federal Liberal parliamentary members top-heavy with lawyers and bankers while Labor has more former unionists occupying plush parliamentary seats than you could fit into a trades' hall meeting.

Meanwhile, why the current deathly silence from ideology-raddled feminists who once demanded equal parliamentary "safe seat" representation for those with girlie bits' and Tasmanian Aboriginal activist, and lawyer, Michael Mansell who demanded a fixed percentage of the state's Aborigines for state parliament

How about seats reserved for ordinary folks including 10 per cent for tree-huggers, 10 per cent for tree-choppers, eight per cent for carpenters, 1 per cent for gay carpenters, and a cut-up for fence sitters, counter jumpers and so on.

Come out you bystanders, don't be shy, this could be the start of a new, truly democratic wave.

We have made a start with Miss Lambie (described in the Age as "the bogan from Tasmania") and possum poo chucking Victorian motor vehicle enthusiast Rick Muir.

We should keep this truly democratic juggernaut rolling.

In the interim, can't wait to show Jacqui my huge package . . . of news clippings.