Essay: The sense and nonsense of Censorship...

As a self-proclaimed writer, I certainly do believe in censorship, as such.
I can safely say, that more of my writing gets discarded, then ever sees the light of day.
In fact, it is even worse: most of my writing, never sees the light of day, nor gets read.
Me, myself, and I, consider this our gift to the Global Community.
The world is bad enough as it is, without me - and all of my personalities - writing about my stuff...

So on the matter of Censorship, I am done right here.
I do not believe in Freedom of Speech, as such; I believe in silence, when appropriate...
Speech is silver, Silence is golden; that kind of crap...
But there is one thing...

If, and when - every once in a while - I open up my vocabulary, whether speech or writing, I will not tolerate any censorship anymore...
Once the message leaves my mouth, pen, or keyboard, it's done; no excuses left.
In most cases, I have a serious message to bring across; and you'd better listen...

Luckily, for you people, that is hardly ever the case...
And, good for me, I do not give a damn what other people think...
I am having trouble enough as it is, writing this crap...
Keeping track of spelling, semantics, interpunction, valid links to whatever place on earth...

And I do not even get payed for this; where is my agent?
...

(This piece was rejected by The High Council of Censorship, due to blasfemy)