Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit!

There, I feel better. And now I can say it on TV, just as long as I do not mean the actual act of sexual intercourse or that stinky cornlog floater in my toilet bowl.

In a stunning upset to the Bushevik FCC, a federal appeals court has ruled that broadcasters are not liable for the occasional and "fleeting" expletive uttered on television.

So Cher can relax after saying about her critics, "fuck 'em", and Nicole Richie can unwind after complaining about how fucking hard it is to get cow shit off of a Prado bag.

And the delicious irony is that the three-judge panel based its decision on (1) the widely available off-the-cuff remark by one Baby Doc Bush himself, who said through a mouthful of bread to Tony "The Poodle" Blair that Hezbollah needs to "stop doin' that shit" and get their act together, and (2) VP Crashcart telling Senator Patrick Leahy to go fuck himself on the floor of congress.

Yeah, you remember those two: They're at the very top rung of the party that promised to bring "decency" back to the White House.