My heart is filled with sorrow and the future is indeed bleak.  No I’m not whining about my dead cat again asshole, and just for the record I can send his ghost to piss on your rug anytime I like.

This is an entirely different catastrophe and free thinking as we know it may very well be in danger of receiving a lobotomy.  I’m referring of course to the now sanitized and castrated version of my once beloved T-Shirthell.com.  The owner and founder did release a statement claiming the removal of the website’s section Worse Than Hell was of his own doing, but I find this incredibly hard to believe.  Especially when he mentioned his regret over hurt feelings and the promise of 30% of this year’s profits going to charity.  You can’t possibly make me believe anything else other than somebody got to him --somebody big and with considerable leverage.

Sure all the lewd, crude and low brow t-shirts are alive and well, but the shocking yet brilliant bottom feeders that sent dowdy middle-aged housewives from coast to coast into a frenzy are gone:

I (insert picture of an airplane) NY
Everytime I masturbate, God kills the Pope
Stupidity causes Cancer
Jesus did it for the chicks
Rape is not a laughing matter, unless you’re raping a clown

And many many other equally brilliant and vile t-shirts that caused many a geriatric patient to stroke out on first glimpse.  No one was ever safe from his non-stop bitchslap fest.

I’m stunned and seriously considering joining Free Speech in its corner and sobbing.  This is the last person I ever dreamed They could have gotten to.  He was the slipperiest of weasels (and I admired him so for it), and this is also why I believe the leverage was large and heavy.  In the end though, I’m only a heartbroken fan with no proof.  The only piece of evidence I can possibly offer up is that this came only a few weeks after I noticed several searches for the infamous t-shirt, “Everytime I masturbate, God kills the Pope”, happening onto my site.
 
I can’t help feeling though this is the beginning of the end.  Free Speech is only accepted if it’s nice speech, and those naughty cheerleaders are much more important than the astronomical and unexplainable rise in gas prices.

The other day, I kid you not; I saw a pink port-a-potty onna flatbed truck riding down the highway.  Precious Pink Port-a-Potties; soft and reassuring on the outside, but still a crap hole on the inside.