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Mark Morford. So wonderful.

But maybe that's beside the point. Because as far as Bush's God-spanked FCC is concerned, it is, always and forever, all about protecting the children. Or rather, it is all about protecting some imaginary Christian Everychild, some sort of perfect hypersheltered dovelike organism made of spun glass and delicate bunny hearts and little golden crucifixes, a fragile, blessed thing whose happy, unblemished life had been completely free of blood or spit or pain right up until he overheard Bono say "f--" at the Golden Globes and his precious virgin heart shattered forever.

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In self-improvement news, I have some trial contact lenses and a new pair of glasses that I haven't really been able to look at properly because I'm wearing these trial contact lenses. They're these, in red (or apparently, "wine pearl"), with transition lenses. I'm very excited. I'll try and prevail on a kind friend to take a picture of me wearing 'em.

Am also happy to report that the dodgy air quality doesn't seem to be troubling me so far.