In the old days, perhaps Clarkson would have gotten his ass whooped (or not!) as the two men settled it on their own. But no, not any longer. Too many busybodies utterly frozen in terror by the chutzpah of such white males who speak their mind and dare—-DARE!—to have fun doing it.

My definition of 'play' is inclusive of how important play is to us. Again, however, this seems to flat terrify the Powers that Be (Overly-Thenthitive). Unless, of course, the Powers that Be see you're staring at a screen having what they call 'fun'. God help their nerves, however, if they see people out there LIVING.

Must be a shitty place to live, in such a Victorian Hell.