The curse of the Automatic Content Filters

This will be my second hub to have the advertising features disabled because of the language I am using. In fairness, the first one was about adverts for Penis enhancement, but it opened my eyes to the ludicrous censorship that exists on this, and other sites, based solely on semantics. Others have made the point that policing the website to ensure that highly unsavoury or offensive remarks are eliminated, and I agree whole-heartedly with such a policy, IF it is carried out by REAL HUMAN BEINGS who can discern the difference between a cock (slang for the male appendage) and a cock (rooster, or male of most bird species).

The images used in this hub are there to make a point. If you bare in mind that my neighbour has a prize winning manx cat that she frequently enters for cat shows, there's nothing remotely offensive about me saying that "Mrs Greenbaum likes to show off her pussy. It's a beautiful pussy, and very well looked after. When I called at her house the other day, she had just bathed it, and was preparing it for examination by a judge. She allowed me to stoke it. Such a lovely pussy."

Equally, Farmer Jones might innocently be very proud of having the biggest cock in the neighbourhood. It's not unrealistic to remark that it arouses the whole neighbourhood.

Is there anything about my ass that you find offensive? Look at it. Pretty, isn't it? Perhaps you'd like a ride on my ass? You wouldn't be the first. Which brings me to faggots!

After a pleasant afternoon of riding my ass along the beach, there's nothing I like better than faggots! Nothing whets my apetite more than a faggot covered in a thick beef gravy with onions. Nothing wrong with that, is there? Have you ever tried faggots? They're delicious. Not to be confused with fags, though. Fags aren't good for you. Sadly, I'm still trying to give them up, but they are so addictive. I wonder how the word 'fag' became a slang word for a cigarette. Just as much as I wonder how 'faggot' became a slang name for men of an effeminate or homosexual nature. Whatever. It's only a word!

Fanny Craddock was a television cook, long before Delia Smyth and all the present day chef celebrities. I remember watching her when I was a child. There was nothing at all wrong with Fanny being on the box. Of course, in America, fanny refers to your bottom, bum, rear-end, but the term has quite a different meaning on this side of the Atlantic. But in a more innocent era, watching Fanny working with meat and two veg in the kitchen was a perfectly respectable way to spend the afternoon.

Basically, what I'm getting at is that all this automated censorship is nothing more than a great load of balls, like the colourful ones displayed on the right. Balls are things that everyone likes to play with. Even at an early age, we seem to have a fascination with playing with our balls. My sister played with mine. She was quite a capable footballer in her youth.

I once held a Policeman's ball, and he certainly didn't object. In fact, the event raised quite a sum of money for the local police station. They've held several balls since then.

I'm even having a ball now, writing this ridiculous hub, but I believe my points are salient. Automated censorship is inaccurate, misleading and wholly unsatisfactory. And besides, what the hell is wrong with polite conversation about penises, vaginas, homosexuals and testicles?

Let's just be glad we're not talking about German footballers.... now THAT would be offensive!!!