It’s a great day for freedom after all….
Powell said, “now that boob-fearing Ashcroft has cleaned out his desk, and stopped breathing down my neck about how God hates strippers and South Park, I can greenlight ordinary words from poo to fuck, as well as stop flying off the handle for accidental boobage. And F-bombs in context. Of course, Drudge will kick my ass if I keep my day job with my newfound sense of proportion, but between naked reality, and ivory tower puritanical policy, I’m thinking titties uber alles.
And Janet, no hard feelings. Except one, but you’ll like it, I swear. Call me – we’ll get nasty if you want to.” Or something like that.