The arrogance of certainty

Trigger warning : I will probably swear a lot

If you’re OK with that then read on, but if you’re not OK with a potty-mouthed rant then please depart with my very good wishes and a plea for your forgiveness (I do promise not to use that word - you know which one).

I know a master of language ought to be able to express themselves without having to resort to such vulgarity. That’s all fine and dandy if one actually IS a master of language - but, alas, I am not.

Actually, I rather enjoy a well-placed cuss word (or several). These words have a certain frisson unavailable to more high-brow expressions and phrases. I had to check to see if I had the definition of ‘frisson’ correct and very close to being the top search result was this :

I wish you all a very pleasant and fortifying skin-orgasm as you read on further.

I’ve been getting myself all in a lather - and definitely not a pleasant or fortifying one. The more I think about the attempt by Neil Young to censor Joe Rogan, and what it represents, the angrier I become.

I don’t particularly want to single out Neil Young here, he’s far from being the only one - but he has rather raised his wrinkly buggeration of a visage above the parapet. He is representative of a very worrying trend that has emerged. Where has this rising trend of fascist fuckwittery come from?

Who the holy fuck is Neil Young to determine what I can, and cannot, listen to?
Arrogant shite.

That goes for all of you who would would seek to control and limit what publicly available information others have access to.

YOU listened to Joe Rogan’s podcasts. You came to the conclusion that he was spreading “misinformation”. But now you want to ‘protect’ other people from the privilege of making their own minds up - the privilege you had.

You supercilious wanker.

In the most sonorous Thunbergian tones : how dare you!

By the foul odour of Batman’s soiled underpants, just who in the hell do you think you are? Your sanctimonious superior opinions weren’t swayed by Joe, but you are so concerned about those hapless half-wits, those so inferior to you, that you feel the need to protect them.

Just fuck right off. And when you get there, fuck off from there too. Then fuck off some more. Keep fucking off until you get back here. Then fuck off again.

By now you will have picked up on the one or two subtle clues I’ve dropped that I’m really not happy about things at all.

This rampant paternalistic pantomime of apparent care has to stop. We’re so concerned that you, feeble reader, are not as intellectually gifted as us, somewhat lacking in the magnificence of our own morality and strength of mind, we need to protect you from the dangers of using your own inadequate mind to come to a decision.

These septic semen stains, these grotesque guardians, these rancid fuckholes of moral certitude really do need to fuck right off.

I feel better now. I can’t say the same for you guys - but I am deeply grateful for your forbearance and patience.

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