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Dutton: How can we be united as a country under more than one flag? We have one national flag.

The Australian flag: Literally has two flags on it

You don’t need to drink fish milk.

Dairy is not the milk you’re looking for. 😜

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These two are 1000% both living out a misogynist kink fantasy that denigrates women and obsesses over men as a way to express homosexual desire without ‘being gay’.

I suspect men in similar situations are an underestimated nefarious force throughout our culture.

I was actually moved to leave a comment along these lines, and his response was, I think, as concerning as it was defensive. 'No. Be quiet. Don't make me self-reflect. Don't hold me to a standard higher than those I oppose. I am entitled to make irresponsibly confident statements about the future.'

Finally, we have the adjectival-sounding Bliant, the efficiently inventive Oliva, and the full version of Jenif, showing the modern woman really can have it all.

Taking lazy tokenism to a new level, add some diversity to your offering with a stocking for ‘Black’, forever quarrelling with old racist grandpa Hicks

Next we go fully off the rails with the household of three couples and their longsuffering straightman housemate Justin. The poet lovers Henry+Courtney (Heney), the unctuous Greg+Grace (Greace), and who can forget the epic but sometimes musty romance of Stan+Haley (Staley) 💕 Idk how Justin does it

Then things take a stranger turn with the family of Jessie, Bella, Kristen & their loving girldad who you could almost gloss over as George, a problem poor Gerouge has faced all his life, forever mistaken for the pedestrian squelchy monosyllable rather than his true exotic sophisticated Gallic self.

We ease in innocuously enough with the charming mock family of Caron, Allen, Scott and Jenif. Caron certainly a normal enough *sounding* name, if spelled a little unusually, like some figure of Ancient Greek myth who met their humiliating end through overreliance on otherworldly knowledge.

Say what you will about AI, it does brighten our humdrum workaday lives with heretofore unimagined levels of amusing Fighting Baseball roster–style gobbledegook. My wife discovered the latest incarnation on somebody’s Etsy flogging personalised Christmas stockings. Take a look won’t you, Bobson?

Not this being my pinned tweet on Twitter for the past four years and getting nowhere. Helloooooo Bluesky.