Michael Powell Is a Dope
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Michael Powell, the chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, is wanting to stamp out obscenities on our radios and televisions by increasing the fines for such breaches of decorum by something like a thousand percent. Powell figures that he can financially penalize the companies that own these stations and channels into stopping the filth.

But let's get serious, please. It's not the F-word or any other so-called verbal "obscenity" that is coarsening this culture; rather, it is the unending parade of immoral bullshit that passes for broadcast entertainment and news which is really to blame. And, of course, nobody can stop that. Reality TV, soap operas, hip-hop videos, Peter Jennings, et al: These are the true culprits.

Here's my own personal canary in the coalmine moment: Maybe two years ago, I happened to be channel-surfing one evening (rarity of rarities!) when I came across NBC's Fear Factor, which is the content equivalent of a short subject at a snuff-film film house. If I remember correctly, there was a guy and girl standing there before a large glass container of brackish liquid and what appeared to be some sort of sausages floating about therein.

But, no, my friend: they weren't sausages ---they were lengths of pig rectums! I mean, Jesus! And what has to happen now for the girl to have a shot at the cash? She's gotta eat as many as she can. Thankfully, the guy advised her on the best method, which is to manipulate the uncooked ass-hose so as to excrete as much as possible of the liquid in which it had been floating before sucking it down.

I mean: THIS WAS ON THE NATIONAL FUCKING BROADCAST COMPANY!!! In prime time (which makes it so much worse)!

As I recall, Michael, they didn't cuss. They just ate pig rectums for money. On TV. My TV, jackson!

Fix that shit before you come looking to extort money from people trying to legitimately express themselves, you meddling nepotist.