The previous posts with the substituted, capitalized words were written by me, Adam. I am filing the complaint publicly that this place is nothing more than an electronic tribute to censorship. The terrorists have won. The man in charge of this place wants to see Ban Ki-Moon out of a job. Jeff should change his name to Michael Powell. Other than the fact that he’s white and has a job that he didn’t receive because of his dad (in spite of his rich Polish heritage), he shares the same outlook on what I should and should not be able to say via an electronic medium. Rather than let me speak out on what I think is right and simply throwing a momato at me for my rant, he wants to sit back and re-edit my posts while he eats a big bowl of pisghetti. He’s a secret operative of the Bush Administration. He wants to distract you from the trainwreck that is Iraq by making a big deal out of my employment of the seven dirty words. He ignores the United Nations, and thinks that it should be ultimately destroyed. He assigns vulgar groupings to my posts, like "Profanity laced tirade". Osama bin Laden? More like Osama bin Taylor. Am I right? Ayatollah Taylorollah.
Well, I say "Tirade this." God save the Queen.
Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders. Screw Flanders.
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