The below post is another in my TWO PARAGRAPH CHALLENGE SERIES. Why two paragraphs? My husband arbitrarily chose the number 2 and asked if I could write a post in only two paragraphs. And I love a challenge, so here goes…
Ain’t it great to get censored? Because that’s where it’s going with me lately. And it feels so good. Like I’m finally a REAL writer. In fact, I’m going to have a t-shirt made up with the words “CENSORED.” And I’ll proudly wear it. ‘Cause those of us who shake things up get things done.
It seems as though I’ve posted a couple controversial subjects at my workplace, and management wasn’t exactly thrilled with it. One piece reminded everyone to get out and vote in the presidential election. It wasn’t pro-Trump, pro-Hillary, or pro-Mickey Mouse. It simply said: “VOTE, because others have bravely fought for that right.” I was politely informed that my posting had “political undertones” and to avoid any future ones. My response to that? “Noted.” More recently, I took it upon myself to tape a picture of NORMA RAE on our community bulletin board; underneath I wrote the words: WORKERS UNITE. Nothin’ wrong with that, right? Then, BAM! — the photo was removed and replaced with humdrum job postings. It seems as though Management erased my post, clean away, while leaving other messages and doodling alone. I call Censorship!!
That really burned me up. I’m going to be sick. Oops, that’s 3 paragraphs — so censor me.
Thank you for reading – PIZZA FOR BREAKFAST