From here.
The 1985 Dire Straits song 'Money for Nothing’ has been banned in Canada for containing the word “faggot”.
Although a number one hit record around the world during the mid-Eighties, The Canadian Broadcast Standards Council ruled the song to be "extremely offensive" - and thus inappropriate for airing on radio or television - as it contains an anti-gay slur.
The decision was made against the Newfoundland based radio station CHOZ-FM.
There are later versions of ‘Money For Nothing’ which replace the word ‘faggot’ with ‘mother’, which the Standards Council said the radio station should have played instead
Ron Cohen, the CBSC's national chairman, told The Washington Times this week that the decision effectively sets a "nationwide" precedent binding on all private license holders for TV and radio broadcasting.
This comes just days after a court in the Canadian state of Saskatchewan ruled a proposed provincial legislation, which would enable commissioners to refuse to perform same sex marriage ceremonies on the grounds of religious belief, to be ‘unconstitutional’.
A lawyer, who was appointed by the Saskatchewan government to argue in favour of the legislation, argued that marriage commissioners were entitled to their religious beliefs. He questioned whether it would be truly discriminatory for same-sex couples to have to phone another commissioner to perform the service.
Janice Gingell, a lawyer for the Saskatchewan Human Rights Commission, told the court that while the proposed law didn’t deny same-sex couples the right to marry, it did put another hurdle unfairly in their path.
Justice Minister Don Morgan says the government will take some time to review the decision so it can decide how to proceed.
Here are some lyrics you might find more offensive than faggot, what do you think the chances are that these songs won't be banned?
"Niggas in the church say: kill whitey all night long. .
. the white man is the devil. . . . the CRIPS and Bloods are
soldiers I'm recruiting with no dispute; drive-by shooting on this
white genetic mutant. . . . let's go and kill some rednecks. . . .
Menace Clan ain't afraid. . . . I got the .380; the homies think I'm
crazy because I shot a white baby; I said; I said; I said: kill
whitey all night long. . . . a nigga dumping on your white ass; fuck
this rap shit, nigga, I'm gonna blast. . . . I beat a white boy to
the motherfucking ground"; "Kill Whitey"; --Menace Clan, Da Hood,
1995, Rap-A-Lot Records, Noo Trybe Records, subsidiaries of what was
called Thorn EMI and now is called The EMI Group, United Kingdom.
"I kill a devil right now. . . . I say kill whitey all
nightey long. . . .I stabbed a fucking Jew with a steeple. . . . I
would kill a cracker for nothing, just for the fuck of it. . . .
Menace Clan kill a cracker; jack 'em even quicker. . . . catch that
devil slipping; blow his fucking brains out"; "Fuck a Record Deal";
-- Menace Clan, Da Hood, 1995, Rap-A-Lot Records, Noo Trybe Records,
subsidiaries of Thorn EMI; called The EMI Group since 1997, United
Kingdom.
"He preys on old white ladies [who] drive the Mercedes
with the windows cracked. . . . you should've heard the bitch
screaming. . . . sticking guns in crackers' mouths. . . . the cops
can't stop it. . . . remember 4-29-92, come on; Florence and Normandy
coming to a corner near you, cracker; we've been through your area,
mass hysteria; led by your motherfucking Menace Clan"; --"Mad Nigga";
Menace Clan, Da Hood, 1995, Rap-A-Lot Records, Noo Trybe Records,
Time Warner, USA.
"To all my Universal Soldier's: stay at attention while I strategize an invasion; the mission be assassination, snipers hitting Caucasians with semi-automatic shots heard around the world; my plot is to control the globe and hold the world hostage. . . . see, I got a war plan more deadlier than Hitler. . . . lyrical specialist, underworld terrorist. . . . keep the unity thick like mud. . . . I pulling out gats , launching deadly attacks";
--"Blood for Blood"; Killarmy, Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars, 1997, Wu-Tang Records, Priority Records, The EMI Group, United Kingdom.
I pledge allegiance to only the black. . . . black, you had best prepare for the coming of war. . . . look at you devil; now you're sweating; I'm telling you: you can't run from the hand of Armageddon. . . . he eats his pig-steak rare so he can taste the blood";
--"No Time"; RBX, The RBX Files, 1995, Premeditated Records, Warner Brother Records, Time Warner, USA.
"Killing devils [and] scatter they ashes over the sea of Mediterranean . . . . open your eyes to the revolution. . . . unite with the black coalition";
--"Wake Up"; Killarmy, Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars, 1997, Wu-Tang Records, Priority Records, The EMI Group, United Kingdom.
"My own kind blind, brain-trained on the devil-level. . . . chasing down loot, Dole or Newt, who do you shoot. . . . rough stuff to the babies, spread like rabies";
--"Niggativity . . . Do I Dare Disturb the Universe"; Chuck D, Autobiography of MistaChuck, 1996, Mercury Records, PolyGram, Phillips' Electronics NV, Netherlands. PolyGram merged within Universal Music Group in 1998, the parent being The Seagram Company, Canada.
"Buck the devil; boom. . . . shoot you with my .22; I got plenty of crew; I take out white boys. . . . we got big toys with the one-mile scope, taking whitey's throat";
--"Buck tha Devil"; Da Lench Mob, Guerrillas in tha Mist, 1992, Eastwest Records America, Elektra, Atlantic, Time Warner, USA.
"Little devils don't go to heaven. . . . the AK forty . . . hold a fifty clip, and I'll shoot until it's empty. . . . I'm killing only seven million civilians. . . . one dead devil";
"Freedom Got an AK"; Da Lench Mob, Guerrillas in tha Mist, 1992, Eastwest Records America, Elektra, Atlantic, Time Warner, USA.
"Grab your deep-ass crews. . . . we gotta make them ends, even if it means Jack and friends. . . . now you're doomed, hollow-points to the dome; once again it's on. . . . out comes my .22. . . . I'm the cut-throat; now I got to cut you . . . '94 is the season for lynching; from out of the dark is the South Central g., ready-hand steady on a bloody machete. . . . a devil is on my shoulder; should I kill it; hell yah. . . . I slice Jack. . . . took an axe, and gave that bitch, Jill, forty wacks. . . . with my hip hop . . . it don't stop, until heads roll off the cutting block";
--"Cut Throats"; Da Lench Mob, Planet of da Apes, 1994, Priority Records, Thorn EMI; now called The EMI
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