The Mold that Grows on the Mold

I would like to argue in favor of something awful, something without a vocal majority's support. Something that makes one into a social pariah. Something only the Bill of Rights protects. It's good practice. I want to argue on behalf of the funk that builds up on the inside of a garbage can. I want to know the pervert inside the bunny costume. I want to map out the underside of the underside. I want Charlton Heston and Ronald Reagan to crawl forth from their graves, gibbering and spitting, shaking their dessicated fists in righteous outrage. That kind of awful.

Any ideas?