While I was out today, exercising my freedom of speech and assembly, I got the following page on my mobile:
Sorry, can’t continue reading it even though I agree with your outlook. Too much profanity for an old fashioned guy.
You know, I almost never use even a marginally “obscene” word — whatever that means. I tend to try to express myself in somewhat more delicate, if not elegant, terms. But for the first time in a long time, I was so incredibly disgusted by people like Randall Terry that I used the word “asshole” in a post.
Sorry.
But you know, it’s not like I used the word FUCK or anything. In more than 2 years blogging, I’ve used less profanity that you would hear on Fox television in one night.
So, if you don’t like it, that’s okay. In fact, it’s great. Because I applaud any decision to take your destiny in your own hands and not read what offends you. If only more people did that rather than depending on the government to decide what is and isn’t appropriate, things would be much calmer.
Profanity is in the mind of the beholder.