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…I mean not just homosexual or gay or anything…I mean you are a raving queen.
I mean, a real screamer, a real “Whoops, get ‘er, don’t mind me, dear” limp-wristed caricature…
You are an effeminate little poof, a mincing gay-bar loiterer…a walking perfume shop, an evil perverter of innocent little boys.
- Monty Python

With the slump in enlistments, the evergrowing list of dead and maimed GIs and the huge manpower needs of “Teh Surge“¹, is the US about to relax its rules on gays in the military?
Not according to one General…

Australia has similar rules in its Philosophy departments:

No, right, I’Il just wanna remind you of the faculty rules.
Rule one – no pooftahs.
Rule two – no member of the faculty is to maltreat the Abbos in any way at all, if there’s anyone watching.
Rule three – no pooftahs.
Rule four – now, this time I don’t want to catch anybody not drinking.
Rule five – no pooftahs.
Rule six – there is noooo rule six.
Rule seven – no pooftahs.
Right, that concludes the reading of the rules, Bruce.

^{- Monty Python}

And yet, the US is way ahead of Australia in other ways. Practical-thinking American working parents, selflessly sacrificing themselves for their children’s name-brand futures, have found a way to ease the burden of childcare…

Sadly, though, such thoughtful upbringing is not always rewarded with gratitude. Teens these days have it tough…

Teenage Affluenza
^{[brazenly stolen from Clubtroppo - one of our very favourite blogs]}

…but not as tough as we did…Looxury!

Eric: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our Mother would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing “Hallelujah.”

Michael: And you try and tell the young people today that… and they won’t believe ya’.

^{- Monty Python}

And to close on a psephological note…”Laaaaa! My head hurts”. Oh, no, sorry, that was a phrenological note²…

The seat of Bennelong, where the big betting plunges are slightly shortening the odds on Maxine down to $2.20:

Gerald: Well there’s a big swing here to the Silly Party, but how big a swing I’m not going to tell you.

Norman: I think one should point out that in this constituency since the last election a lot of very silly people have moved into new housing estates with the result that a lot of sensible voters have moved further down the road the other side of number er, 29.

Linkman: Well I can’t add anything to that. Colin?

Colin: Can I just say that this is the first time I’ve been on television?
^{- Monty Python}

^{¹ © Ken L at Surfdom?}

^{² We always get them mixed up, because we were told that a phrenologist once famously felt Robert the Ming’s heady bumps and told him he was destined to become Prime Minister of Australia. And he did! Another Robert, the friend who told us this, was told by the same dome-douser that his cranial contours were identical to those of the Ming and that therefore his future as PM was assured. But it wasn’t.}

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