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April 10, 2006

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Ironically, given my job, my mother says sex is not a spectator sport. She is horrified by any profanity as she never even takes god's name in vain. You can well imagine there isn't much in the mainstream media that she can appreciate. Nevertheless, if she doesn't like something, she changes the channel or turns it off.

Therefore, I find it funny when I read a story like the local news affiliate is reporting on ChannelCincinnati.com (04/10/06). The local cable service provider has a public access channel allowing area citizens and community groups to air videotapes. Apparently, one that was supposed to be of a go-cart race was only partially prescreened and unexpectedly its last 18-20 minutes turned out to be hardcore porn.

They interviewed an outraged family. The husband complained to a customer service rep in such explicit detail that he was asked to stop since it was too disgusting. His wife recorded the broadcast and called police, they told her the cable company was trying to fix it but that their phone lines were too busy for anyone to find out when it would be rectified. The article ends with the woman saying how appalled is she that it took almost 25 minutes to get that "filth" off the air.

That's one humorous tawdry tale, as if the customer service rep needed a play-by-play from daddy. The mother recording it despite knowing there had to be tons of eyewitnesses including her hubby. Then she complains that it was on the air for over 20 minutes. Did she leave it on the entire time or did she just keep checking back? I guess it was all just so vulgar and repugnant but somehow they had a duty to watch and recount each vile detail.

I had better be careful or these devoted folks will be after my job since they seem to take their porn seriously and watch it very closely too. despite their outrage.

Posted by Will Peters at April 10, 2006 4:32 AM

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