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Well I was reading the Gaurdian this morning and in it was an article that the FCC has banned the word bullshit. I guess they have two words now in their banned words list, fuck and now bullshit. It is unbelieveable I think. Aren't there other words that are more offensive? I can't imagine how much was spent on deciding on wherther to ban the word or not. Well I think it is bullshit.

 

 

Oh here is a link Gaurdian article

 

 

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i call bullshit, serious, bullshit is such a bullshit word to ban. i wonder if they baned the word bull and shit as well, like fuck dude i steped in bull shit, or hey dude their is bull shit on ur shoe, or is it just when you say bullshit, like that dude is full of bullshit, of cource he could be full of bull shit as well but thats kinda gross.

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They said bullshit on CBC today blush.gif

 

Yeah they also have Trailer Park Boys on the TV up yonder. That shit would never fly down here.

 

Unfortunately there are a bunch of uptight fuckers that run this country...It's bullshit. madgo_ron.gif

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They said bullshit on CBC today blush.gif

 

And again this morning - Sheila Rogers was interviewing David Suzuki, and he referred to himself as a "shit disturber". But then, Suzuki and the CBC are all part of the pinko-commie bleeding-heart liberal campaign to destroy everything that's right and pure and good in the world, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

 

But Sheila Rogers? I would have expected her to at least pretend to blush or something, maybe make a weak joke to try to divert attention from such grossly offensive language, but she didn't say a word. And a few weeks ago, she was talking to someone - Leonard Cohen, I think? - and she said "fuck". Right out loud, on a national radio program in broad daylight. Well, I nearly choked on my granola. "Fuck"? Sheila Rogers? What's this world coming to?

 

We need something like the FCC up here, telling us what words we can and cannot hear. I don't think all those men died in the Battle of Britain, and in the shipping lanes of the Atlantic, and on the beaches of Normandy, and in the Scheldt Estuary, just so Sheila Rogers can say "fuck" any time she damn well feels like it. Honestly!

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