Once upon a time there lived an Emperor who liked new clothes very much.Rest of the story here, if you want..
One day two swindlers came to the city. Hearing that the Emperor liked to spend so much money on the latest fashions, they went to the palace and claimed they were weavers. They said they could make a cloth of wonderful beauty, and from it make the most majestic fashions on Earth. More, it would have a magical property: if someone was incompetent or stupid, they would not be able to see it.
But, because you're likely a lazy bastard, I'll just give you the moral of the story.
The moral is; The tone of the writing doesn't change the facts of the writing. Including F-bombs does not invalidate it. If you're affected by it, you're a moron... so get a fucking clue already.
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