As is case with most "content", the piece o' shit is more interesting for the assumptions it contains than its imagined capacity to harm or help "the public".
It is Your Duty to have a fucken barbecue.
The revolution will not be advertised. And "social change" does not take place because someone whacks a gay bloke in a bank ad.
It didn't have chunks.
I am 51 with low flow and I still have chunks.
I have, at the request of partners & pals, viewed the chunks of others.
The chunk struggle is real.
I view this abject material in the privacy of my own pants or those of others. I first submitted my own chunks to lay diagnosis some forty years ago when Mum asked, sensibly, for a look. I have done so since.
Arguably, one's turds are more crucial to view and assss.
In sum, there is some human muck so abject its proper place is usually in its owners dacks.
In fact. Now I think about it. Illustrated criteria for chunks, jizz and especially earwax must be made available to all citizens of the bourgeois settler state. Immediately.
They sell goods. Not good messages.
We see messages already acceptable to corporate and state media. The unacceptable message is minimised or expunged.
Julian Assange and @xychelsea showed us unacceptably real blood. I hear they're doing time.
Stop Killing Women*
*Western Feminist offer only. Exclusions apply, notably the countless women murdered in Muslim majority nations by the thousands per minute for more than thirty years.