"Those candy-assed, lily-livered editorial censorship twits are at it again!" complained the largest group ever assembled of paid newspaper writers that refuse to write for the tabloids.
The entire crowd of three, who attended the protest planning meeting, seemed of like mind and of similar proclivities. "We just want our 'writes' to say what we want, in the 'weigh' that we want", yelled one of the gents, while the other two chimed in with a 'here-here' instead of a 'hear-hear'".
The meeting was held under the cover of darkness, not so much for secrecy, but just in case someone had the sudden urge to grope the other one and did not want to be embarrassed about it.
"Read this K-R-A-P note I got from my editor at the Daily Skag", said the head of the Disgruntled 'Righters' Union holding up a letter that looked to be printed on some very expensive stationery.
It says, "You will no longer be able to print P-H-U-C-K in any article in our esteemed newspaper, instead you will always, now and forever more, use the correct spelling of F-U-C-K whenever you use that term."
"Bloodie Phuckin Basterds!"