Summary: Wow! The Fire Nation is so progressive. They let women into their military, after all:
Ursa took a hit on her phat blunt. "Hello, father-in-law," she said.
"Get that degenerate shit out of here," Azulon grumbled, waving away the smoke, even though his throne was surrounded by fire and he spent all day inhaling carcinogens anyway. Seriously, lung cancer must be a leading cause of death in firebenders. Or maybe they don't have cancer in the avatar universe. I don't know.
She blew a cloud of smoke in his face anyway. "So I heard you've decided to let women into the military," she said.
"Why? Are you interested in joining?"
"Pssh. Hell no. What I'm interested in is your empty display of progressivism. Truly insidious of you to lead an imperialist campaign based on the supremacy of the Fire Nation and its ideals, but also call yourself a champion of equality by letting a minority demographic into the oppressive institution of the military."
"I should've had you burned at the stake for treason a long time ago. And for that witchcraft you do. The whole vanishing thing. That's just not natural!" As Azulon clasped his arthritic hands together (do they have arthritis in the avatar universe?), his joints creaked like an antique rocking chair in use by a skeleton.
Ursa smiled slyly. "But if I was gone, who would grow the poppies to fuel your opioid addiction?"
"It's true, no one grows them better than you!" he cried, distraught.
"Abolish the military, Azulon. Do it! Equality means nothing while oppressive institutions still stand!" she chanted. Using her magical anarchist weed powers, she teleported behind him. "Destroy the hierarchy! Do it, Azulon!"
Azulon flailed about, believing that he was experiencing some sort of drug-induced hallucination. "All right! I'll think about it!"
"Sweet," Ursa said. The chanting ended. "Well, see ya later. Smoke weed every day."
Meanwhile, Ozai was fretting over the same decision when Ursa teleported over. "I can't believe Father would let women into the military. This is exactly what the communists want!" He grabbed her by the shoulders. "They're threatening our way of life! I might have to call someone by gender neutral pronouns!"
"Oh, sweetie," Ursa sighed, tussling his hair. "You know nothing."
AN: UHMMM this is definitely not a critique of anything in our society idk what you're talking about. also if you're wondering what type of anarchist Ursa is, i'd put her as a mutualist, and june as an egoist so they're in the middle of ancap zuko and ancom azula.