Monday, October 12, 2009

Cursing is redemption from society; censorship is a bitch

I hate censorship. I hate that I can't hear someone say fuck and cunt and shit and asshole and motherfucker when they want. These words can be so liberating, so real. Sometimes a curse is the only thing you can say to describe how chaotic and twisted things are. It's best to say fuck when you can't describe the situation or the emotion.

So fuck you Walmart. Fuck you legitimate "journalistic" newspapers who think that cursing here and there will degrade its status. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. So HA!
Once upon a time, there was duck named Raph who didn't have any feathers on either wing. So when the cold wind blew, Ralph said, Brr, and shivered and shook.

What's the matter? Ralph's mommy asked.

I'm cold, Ralph said.

Oh, the mommy said. Here. I'll keep you warm.

So she spread her big, feathery wings, and hugged Ralph tight, and when the cold wing blew, Ralph was warm and snuggly, and fell fast asleep.

Ralph the Duck by Frederick Busch


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