just say the word

I just had a thought the other day that the internet isn't censored. I know, I know. Can't get nothing past me. The reason this light came on is that television is greatly censored. Television has been around for 70 years. Probably one of the fastest growing industries of its kind. Then came the internet which far surpasses the growth of any communication or media platforms ever created. You would think that when the internet came along the big wigs would have prepared to censor the internet before it even became a mainstream source of media.

I talked to my lawyer (my girl) about this and what she says makes sense. The internet gives you the freedom to click on the content you watch to view while television channels are programmed leaving you no choice on what is being presented to you. The sole action of clicking on a mouse pad protects the internet from censorship. Why hasn't television been uncensored than or vice versa why hasn't the internet been censored? When watching television doesn't the viewer have the ability to choose what channel to watch just as much as the web surfer? What is interesting is that now I can watch television on the internet. So should television networks be able to use profane words when it is being viewed on the internet?

This all brings me to another thought: why are we so worried about our kids saying bad words when as adults we continue to cuss with great eagerness? What's really funny is that at some point in one's life its okay to use profane words.

Life is weird, ain't it?

It's rough being on that thang boy.

It's been a while since I could email my thoughts to this blog since I suspended my smart phone. Glad to be back.

First order of business, black women need to relax. Stop trying so hard and realize you are the most beautiful creatures on earth. Just because you don't have a man now don't mean you the only one. Come to reality about what a good man is (meaning you're not gonna be happy with everything he does but as long as he makes you happy you should give him a shot).

Next on the agenda, black men, man up! Get a job. Any job! Take these women out to dinner, not the club. If you are gonna dance, two step. Leave all that girating to the skinny light skin singers. Act your age in public. Have fun at home. Lastly make sure the women are satisfied in the bedroom (do what you gotta do).

Next up, evangelists need to keep it to themselves. If you are so obessed with the afterlife I can help you get there quicker (that was gangsta rap attitude). Let people believe what they want to believe (guess what they think you are wrong too). God created evolution. There I solved that problem since both arguments are so crazy it must be true.

Lastly, I am Haitian. I know the country has been struggling all my life. So the American press need to stop treating us like the homeless man you feel like helping every couple of years just to feel better about yourselves. I don't know how to fix our problems but if you're going to help, help. Don't just toss a few coins our way and walk away.

That's all for now.
-future house husband

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