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Thank the Lord for the American Family Association.

It turns out that the Dreamworks animated movie Shark Tale, which at first glance looks like a fun, family-friendly tale about accepting people’s differences, is in fact an evil attempt to brainwash normal, heterosexual American kids into – shock! – a life of homosexual depravity.

It is when Shark Tale turns its attention to Lenny that it veers toward an undercurrent of approval for homosexuality. While it is difficult to prove intent when a film does not explicitly make a character “gay,” the story and dialogue demonstrate an implicit approval of homosexuality.

Lenny the Shark has an effeminate voice, the AFA warns, and “fails to measure up to the cultural standards of manhood … For in sharkdom, masculinity is measured by one’s proficiency as a meat-eater.”

Speaking as someone whose proficiency as a meat-eater is known far and wide, I feel gratified that my masculinity has been endorsed by the AFA.

But it gets worse for Lenny. Not only is he a pansy and a “closet vegetarian”, but “He turns out to enjoy dressing as a dolphin, an obvious allusion to cross-dressing…”

Jesus wept!

Obviously taking your kids to a movie in which homosexuals (or animated homosexual sharks) are treated with anything less than utter disgust will lead them inevitably to an empty, lonely life of lisping, cross dressing, hot cock action, disco music and AIDS. Take them to see something violent instead.

(Something’s Swishy About Shark Tale, via Morons.org)

There are so many things wrong with this story in the Oz I don’t know where to begin:

Melbourne after gay city crown
By Fiona Hudson
November 29, 2004

LOOK out Sydney - Melbourne’s new deputy mayor-elect wants us to snatch the “gay capital” title.

Gary Singer - a lawyer who represented victims of the infamous Tasty nightclub raid - said yesterday luring pink dollars was among his priorities.

“We can be the gay capital,” he told the Herald Sun in his first interview. Openly homosexual, Mr Singer was elected to the Melbourne City Council in a landslide victory with mayor John So at the weekend.

Flanked by his mum and a friend, he said yesterday his election was a wonderful reflection of Melbourne’s tolerance and diversity.

“Flanked by his mum and a friend”? How very euphemistic, Mr Murdoch.

The Hun has followed this up today (Mayor plays down gay capital push) with a story which closes with this non sequitur:

Last year, [Premier of Victoria] Mr Bracks was voted one of the world’s sexiest men by [trashy gay] DNA magazine for being rugged, devastatingly handsome and powerful.

Can’t. Breathe. Must. Find. Ventolin.

I haven’t posted anything for two weeks — I think I may have taken an unplanned hiatus from blogging. I think I’m back now, but if things are erratic in the next little while, excuse me.

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If you happen to have a spare $65K lying around, you could get me this rather fine piece of ye olde porne. Written in the mid-1670s, published in the 1720s and being auctioned by Sotheby’s on 16 December (just in time for Christmas), Sodom, or the Gentleman Instructed is claimed to be the world’s oldest printed work in the genre. (more…)

‘You need me’ … stencil graffito on the wall of Flinders St Station, Melbourne

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Ten days without a word from you humble scribe. You’re probably on the edge of your seat wondering what exotic japes I’ve been up to in the meantime.

Er …

I finished an issue of Positive Living, the bimonthly newsmagazine of which I am editrix, which is always a busy/stressful time in the life/work balance area. And, even if I do say so myself, it’s a cracker! — I couldn’t put it down!

Of course, as Editor, I’m not supposed to put it down, but there’s nothing wrong with a little boosterism in a good cause. Anyway, it’s on the streets of your state capital city right about now, and will be on the NAPWA website in a few days.

No sooner had I put that little baby to bed than I was off to sin city itself, glamorous, fun-loving Sydney, for four days of meetings. Brent came too for the last two days (he is a director of the organsation I work for). I had hoped to find some time for fun while we were there, but that never happened. We were either stuck in meetings (good, important, worthwhile, but, you know, dull meetings) or we were too buggered afterwards to do anything more than lie on our hotel bed and watch Australian Idol.

I did manage to sneak away to Wollongong and see my old mum for a few hours. As always, that experience was borderline heartwarming/excruciating, peppered with stories like “You remember Alison, her brother was three years ahead of you in high school. She married Robert. Rob. Spud. Remember? No? She lived out in Brogo. No? Anyway, her mother died.”

It sometimes feels like Mum is in a time warp, trapped in Bega in the 1970s, never to escape. I did.

Mum says she wants to get a computer and learn to use the internet. This seems a good idea to me, but not without its flaws. My mother is a very intelligent woman, and despite being just a shade under 80, she’s as bright as a tack, but she hasn’t had a lot of what you might call “book learnin’”. So the learning curve is very very steep.

But she has extremely severe and crippling rheumatoid arthritis, which severely limits her mobility, so I’m sure she could make use of a wider variety of connections to the world. All her children communicate with each other via email, and increasingly so do her grandchildren, for whom email will always be the primary mode of communication. She could use the internet to communicate with the family, she could definitely use the Coles Homeshop service, she’d probably find all kinds of useful devotional information and I’m sure before long she’d discover eBay and fill her house with beanie babies to a height of several feet.

Saskatchewan has become the seventh Canadian jurisdiction to legalise gay marriage. Canadians can now get married, regardless of sexual orientation, in Ontario, British Columbia, Québec, Manitoba, Nova Scotia, the Yukon territory and Saskatchewan.

The decision also puts pressure on Alberta, New Brunswick, Nunavut, Prince Edward Island, the Northwest Territories, and Newfoundland and Labrador, advocates say, because their governments are ignoring the findings of several courts in other provinces that have declared gay-marriage prohibitions unconstitutional.

The battle over gay marriage in Canada has come down to a fairly obscure argument about whether the federal or provincial governments have responsibility for marriage under the British North America Act (Canada’s constitution). No-one is arguing any more that queers can’t marry in any jurisdiction; they are arguing over whose responsibility it is to make the administrative decision to put that into effect.

The Canadian Supreme Court in Ottawa recently started hearing a case which will determine this rather arcane question, however the federal government is on record that it will no longer waste taxpayer’s money to fight pointless legal battles on this matter.

Oh, bugger. I’ve just realised I have had a life-long relationship with Noni Hazlehurst.

It’s one of those things that occasionally happens as you creep, helplessly, inexorably, towards middle age: sitting in front of the television, watching Better Homes and Gardens, and I think to myself, why am I watching this middle class claptrap?

In a blinding flash, I realise: I’ve spent my entire life with Noni Hazlehurst. (more…)

Many conflicting reports this morning about Yasser Arafat. Some say he’s dead, doctors at his hospital “categorically deny” that he is, others say he’s “brain dead”. Whichever is correct, is apparent that his death could well be officially announced soon.

Losing Arafat will be a tragedy for the Palestinians and not helpful for Israel-Palestine relations. As much as the Israelis hate Arafat, without him the “peace process” will not progress.

If he has died or is dying, he will be mourned. A great leader.