BY W. PERRY CRENSHAW
I’ve had enough, I’m getting fogging tired of the FCC or should I say “Freaking Coward Commission”. That’s right, I said it. Everyone farkin telling me what I can and can not say, I know exactly what I farkin can and can not say. I’m a motherfaxing revolutionary; no one is going to hold me back but myself, and only myself.
Now I know some of you are saying Perry, you have a lot of great stuff to say, why would you do that to yourself? And my answer to them is, I forging can’t stand it when people put restrictions on my writing. I am in control of my own frankin destiny.
If I don’t want to say c********************, then I am not going to say c********************. Let me tell you something man, anyone who has something to say in this world will be shipkicked by the government, but I’m not going to let that happen to me because of two little things called discipline and my absolute fluffing hatred of uncensored profanity.
But there is no denying that I get my darn point across, and there is no one on this planet, not even FCC chairman “Michael Foul” that is going to have to tell me that I have to say darn. Because you know what, I already flunking know it.
