We don't need no Freedom of Expression

O Great Spotted Arses of Elected Representatives, Fart on us kindly, give us only what our tiny brains can process, for our heads are full of shit and we don’t think, receptacles for your bowel movements that we are. We are unable to distinguish between good and bad, unable to choose, so dole out all thoughts and feelings neatly packaged, and labelled in big bold letters. Then, without much ado, we may pry open a label named indignation and may bristle with it, without stooping to tax our precious few brain cells with the trivial matter of understanding the reason for it or analysing or accepting a view different from what you have benevolently labelled right, O Great Arse. Smack Smack.