PRIMETIME REAL-LIFE CENSORSHIP

As I was riding my bicycle (big surprise) around town the other day, I got to thinking (even bigger surprise). I don't understand censorship on television. What I mean is, how does something become censor-worthy? When is that proverbial line crossed, the one that forces the FCC (or whoever it is) to loudly step back over, blow that proverbial whistle and push? (I don't even know what proverbial means) Is it a special word (eg. fuck, cock, n****r, what-have-you) or a placement of special words (fist, bitch, what-have-you), or special act (nudity, making fun of certain people, swearing, some violence) or special combination of them all, that urges whoever is in charge (in my mind I see a giant screen a la Wizard of Oz) to police and ultimately extinguish our freedoms of speech, expressions, etc. Because, as I see it, there is much more vulgarity, obscenity, and reasons to shudder occurring in real-life society situations - than there ever is, was or will be on 'family friendly' television. And, the kicker for me is that the real-life, 'uncensored' drama that unfolds daily before our very eyes and very ears is very real. Which is very scary. Life is as terrifyingly real as she gets and that my friends, is much more offensive than a nipple on prime time, or a 'Goddammit' uttered before breakfast. For example, when I'm out and about, minding my own damn business, I should not be subjected to having to see and hear, lets say, three pregnant catholic high school girls, walking down Wyandotte, strutting, swearing and smoking in their skirts. Now, that's vulgar. I also prefer not to see a little kid riding an adult sized bicycle. There's something about it that just doesn't sit right with me. I don't like seeing an aging drunkard leaning outside against a tile lined bar in the middle of the afternoon, smoking a cheap cigarette and hitting on an equally disturbing prostitute/drunkard/druggie, who is also leaning against the wall. Because they usually smell and look terrible, and often heckle me as I ride by. I shouldn't have to see a gross skank's or fat guy's ass and/or belly, a druggie's track marks or a bum picking up butts. But I do. When I drive by a younger wigger punk and his wigger punk girlfriend, I should not be subjected to, "Hey Dude, you got a smoke?" First of all, no, and second of all, shouldn't you be breaking into cars, waiting in line for welfare or starting fights outside your vocational school? When I think of obscenity I think of that gold jewelry, expensive 'urban' clothing wearing Arab guy with the polished bald head and skinny beard who insists on blaring his bombastic beats while he vacuums out his stupid shiny rimmed black grand prix. I really don't care that you're cleaning your car, but must you subject me and the ten other people who are also cleaning their cars in the same car washing parking lot - to have to listen to your ear crackling garbage. How obscene. But of course, I am not so naive or ignorant to believe that I, myself do not, at times, contribute to the breaking down of this real-time drama we call life. Which is exactly why I leave my shoes outside of someones house before entering, jam during the day, cover up my tattoos in certain social situations and generally keep my problems to my self. So, what I'm saying is, how can anything shown on television, that for the most part is not real, be censored when the real world is the most obscenity laced, vulgarity bound offensive and uncensored show you'll ever watch. And hear, smell and sometimes taste.