Say what you will about the powers that be in Iran, but I love them. Oh sure they're Anti-Semitic, misogynistic and downright Neanderthal, but they are a constant source of amusement.
Last week the regime established their own Tonsorial Taliban and declared Holy Jihad on Western or 'decadent' haircuts. No faux-hawks, no spikes, no gel, no hint of any influence from the infidel follicles that pollute the minds of the kaffir.
And what would an Iranian edict be without a slick, visual neo-Orwellian presentation that details the acceptable do's in the eyes of the Moral Police. Apparently the Pompadour and the early CHIPS Erik Estrada look are all the rage. Now you don't have to wait for VH1 to do one of their 80's retro weekends. You can just hop on a flight and head to Tehran.
You might want book your flight early as next month, according to ABC News, is also the Modesty and Veil Festival. I know you don't want to miss that. I wonder what the 2012 burqa will have in store for us.
Years ago, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad took the podium at the United Nations. When he wasn't denying the Holocaust or calling for the annihilation of Israel, he declared, with a straight face, that there were no homosexuals in Iran. Judging from the ill-fitted polyester sport coats and the primitive hairstyles, he may have been right.
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