This.

I'm not taking this risk to be juvenile and plaster the world with spray painted pictures of dicks. I realize many enjoy the humor, I enjoy writing it. Behind the scenes, this is a protest. It was educational for some, but only if they can find a way to see the lesson.

I have respect for many varying walks of life. A religious person might view my words here today and shun me, kick me to the curb, view me as a lesser under their god than they are. That god, I'm told and shown, works in mysterious ways. These words teach them about a reality they choose not to see and show them an image of themselves they choose to hide behind their reflection.

To the clouded judgement of the only positive thinker, they view me as being negative, which in turn is an act of negativity, their enemy. They will choose not to look for it interferes with their false reflection.

To the journalist, this is deemed unfit for their society, unprofessional, worthless information. A waste of time about a time when their words too were the very same.

To the censor, it is the inferiority complex within themselves, growing. They must act to enforce their imaginary reflection of strength viewed only as weakness within.