All this talk about goofy obscenity hang ups reminds me of back in the day when Walmart would not carry “explicit” albums and artists would have to alter packaging (Nirvana’s In Utero particularly comes to mind “Rape Me” became “Waif Me” and the aborted fetus on the back cover became like a pond with some turtles and shit in it) to make sure they could get there CD’s on to Walmart shelves as they were like the biggest music retailer in the US for pretty much the entirety of the 90’s. You couldn’t pick up a copy of Dr. Dre’s The Chronic that wasn’t heavily edited but if you walked a bit further back in the store you could purchase an AR-15 and a box of ammo with little difficulty.