bring the noyz

Huh. . .

And to think for all these years I thought just the music was a fraud.
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Well my dear reader, just in case you are asking yourself right now, "Hey Doctor Noyz, what do you think about this whole Don Imus mess?"

Lemme tell ya. . .

For starters, Jon Stewart has already made this point so I beg your forgiveness for repeating it, but why is everyone so freaked out that a crotchety asshole said something that some might find offensive on a talk radio program? I thought the whole talk radio experience was designed to be a showcase for the arrogant to flaunt their ignorance.

I mean really now, if I had a nickel for every time some pompous penishead said something that had the potential to offend my sensibilities due to the sheer fallacy or idiocy of the comment I'd be blogging this post from some Pacific island paradise while drinking daiquiries and being fanned with palm fronds by scantily clad nubile native girls.

Um, excuse me my dear reader, I do my best to keep up with the news, but did I miss a meeting? I was not aware we had become such a Nation of Pussies.

Yes, you read that right. We have become a Nation of Pussies, over-eager to take umbrage at the ignorant utterances of others.

I must confess my dear reader, that I have spent the past few nights somewhat gleefully flipping between the cable news channels watching the cannibalistic media orgy as they joyously devour one of their own. Repeatedly I have heard variations on comments by a wide variety of self-righteous pontificators pointing out how "hurtful" the language in question is.

Or how much "pain" they have caused and continue to cause. Of course, all this is said with a complete lack of irony as in order to remind us of these damaging words, lest we forget, they are repeated over and over, "nappy headed hos, nappy headed hos" by the same talking heads who denounce them.

Um yeah, whatever pussies.

I need neither a lecture on the meaning of words nor a reminder that words have meaning. I know well the power of language and am still much more a believer in the pen than the sword.

However. . .

When I was a child I learned a nursery rhyme. I think it safe to assume that by now, my dear reader, you have surely also learned and heard it countless times and its memory is so complete as to be almost automatic.

So join me now, my dear reader, in its recitation:

Sticks and stones. . .

Good. Again.

Sticks and stones. . .

Very nice.

My point is this: yes, words have meaning and by all means do they ever have power. But ultimately, words are just words. Isolated and own their own they have no power to do anything, be it good or ill.

Words are unique in that their power and strength is completely and subjectively determined by their audience or perceived victim. The intensity and meaning of the message is determined by whoever receives it.

So next time some stupid fuck says something you don't like, stop receiving the message. Just change the fucking channel. Ignore the bastard. Words that fall on deaf ears have no meaning and are powerless to harm.

We are blessed to live in a nation that believes it is our birthright to freely speak our minds. While this is true, there exists no equal obligation for others to listen.

Idiots are like vampires. Both shrivel to dust and vanish when exposed to the light. So let the idiots speak.

Don't take offense, just turn it off.

If you can't handle that my dear reader, well then we truly are a Nation of Pussies.
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Please debate and discuss with arguments both in favor of and opposing the following statement:

Ryan Seacrest needs a good cockpunching.
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April Wine is to the 1970's

as

Night Ranger is to the 1980's

as

Candlebox is to the 1990's

as

Creed is to the 2000's.
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