Yes, folks, the Full of Crap Commission has issued a new round of fines, and the Washington Post's editorial page is there. Among those things fined: Martin Scorsese's documentary of the blues. Apparently someone somewhere cussed. It didn't follow the "Saving Private Ryan" rule of necessary profanity.
Because the most disturbing thing about "Saving Private Ryan" was the profanity.
I'm reminded of the words of Mrs. Broflovsky from "South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut": "Horrific, deplorable violence is okay, as long as people don't say any naughty words."
Seriously, do we even need the FCC anymore? Now that we have satellite radio and cable, someone somewhere will be making some family-friendly programming. It's out there now, even if you have to keep the TV tuned to ABC Family and the Disney Channel. And now that previews for TV programs and ratings are easily accessible to most people, parents have unprecedented control over what their kids are able to watch.
Oh, and there's also other forms of entertainment that are not on the tube. As Peter Falk says in "The Princess Bride": "In my day, TV was called 'books.'"
So seriously, FCC. Come down from your stupid power trip and stop pretending like your inane little rules matter.
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