finally, a cause I can really get ::horn honk::

Radio censorship is really just getting ridiculously out of control. Sure, censorship first began running rampant after September 11th and Clear Channel's list of banned songs and then swelled into a country-wide lumbering Juggernaut after we all caught a peek at Janet Jackson's boob.

The thing that drives me nuts about it all, though, is the incredibly inconsistent standards used to figure out what gets censored and when. Take, for example, the song Date Rape by Sublime. This song was uncensored on regular radio as of a few years ago. Now, however, it's been censored and played this morning on 104.9 as Manda and I lay in bed trying to wake up this morning.

For those who aren't familiar about with the song, it's about a guy who rapes a woman, gets convicted of the crime, and then goes to jail where he's raped himself. Here's what just pisses me off completely about how this song is being censored, though. Let's take a look at some of the lyrics. [The highlighting is my doing to illustrate a point.]

That night in jail it was getting late.
He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed.
But the guards paid no attention to his cries.

...

They locked him up and threw away the key.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
even though he now takes it in the behind.

Okay. So, here we have two different stanzas that, essentially, revolve around anal sex. Now, what completely baffles me and - quite frankly - pisses me off is that "butt-raped" is not censored but "takes it in the behind" is. Every time the word "behind" was said, there was some kind of ridiculous sound effect: slide whistles, horn honks, etc.

What the fuck? Is it possible that, because "takes it in the behind" doesn't have a specific statement of violence like the phrase "butt-rape," 104.9 then sees "takes it in the behind" as a statement of consensual homosexual sex and therefore censored it?

It's absolutely ludicrous. Why don't we all just start dressing like Pilgrims again and get it over with. Forget the shiny silver jumpsuits we were all supposed to be wearing in 2005. Someone tell Wall-Mart to start stocking Chinese-made Monk robes and we'll all just start flagellantly beating ourselves back into the dark ages.