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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

 

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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First Bruce: Oh, Hello Bruce!

 

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Fourth Bruce: Bruce.

 

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Fourth Bruce: Gentleman, I'd like to introduce man from Pommeyland who is joinin' us this year in the philosophy department at the University of Walamaloo.

 

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Michael: Hello.

 

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Second Bruce: That's going to cause a little confusion.

 

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First Bruce: Oh Lord, we beseech Thee, Amen!!

 

Everybruce: Amen!

 

Fourth Bruce: Crack tubes! (Sound of cans opening) Now I call upon Bruce to officially welcome Mr. Baldwin to the philosophy faculty.

 

Second Bruce: I'd like to welcome the pommey bastard to God's own Earth, and remind him that we don't like stuck-up sticky-beaks here.

 

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Fourth Bruce: Bruce here teaches classical philosophy, Bruce there teaches Haegelian philosophy, and Bruce here teaches logical positivism. And is also in charge of the sheep dip.

 

Third Bruce: What's New-Bruce going to teach?

 

Fourth Bruce: New-Bruce will be teaching political science, Machiavelli, Bentham, Locke, Hobbes, Sutcliffe, Bradman, Lindwall, Miller, Hassett, and Benaud.

 

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Third Bruce: Hails of derisive laughter, Bruce!

 

Everybruce: Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you amen!

 

Fourth Bruce:Bruce: Crack tube! (Sound of cans opening) Any questions?

 

Second Bruce: New-Bruce, are you a Poofter?

 

Fourth Bruce: Are you a Poofter?

 

Michael: No!

 

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Everybruce: No Poofters!

 

Fourth Bruce: Rule Two, no member of the faculty is to maltreat the Abbos in any way at all -- if there's anybody watching. Rule Three?

 

Everybruce: No Poofters!!

 

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Everybruce: No Poofters!

 

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Everybruce: No Poofters!!

 

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Everybruce: Amen!

 

(NB: The Album versions continue with the Philosopher's song The TV version continues below....)

 

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(An Aborigine bunts in with an enormous tray full of enormous steaks.)

 

Fourth Bruce: OK.

 

Second Bruce: Ah, elevenses.

 

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(Cut to dramatic close-up of Fourth Bruce's ear. Hold close-up. The superimposed arrow pointing to the ear.)

 

Voice Over: Number nine. The ear.

 

*****Album Version Continued******

 

(And now all four Bruces launch into the Philosopher's song)

 

Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant who was very rarely stable.

Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel.

And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nieizsche couldn't teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.

Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, after half a pint of shanty was particularly ill.

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Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,

And Hobbes was fond of his Dram.

And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:

"I drink, therefore I am."

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;

A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.

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