I've been asked to explain why I dislike censorship so much. This is why. Some time ago, a very close friend dropped by to show me their collection of valuable Oriential censers. As we inspected each one, we would carefully place it on the floor. Unnoticed, Tui, my New Zealand ferret, would just as carefully inspect each censer. I am sure he was simply confirming our detailed discusion on the value and historic significance of each piece. As we were repacking the censers, we happen upon one of a very important historic nature, with just as important residue in the bottom; one that could be used to date the last use, as well as determine the materials burned in the censer. But there, in the bottom, perfectly coiled and centered, was one of Tui's calling cards; his own Tui Pooey. It rendered the material in the censer valueless and made my freind very angry with me. And THAT is why to this day I hate censersh*t. Bob C [Posted in FML issue 4165]