Repobob, howdy! Just wanted to comisserate with you in the most general sense (all restrictions require ungent for all the chafing inflicted - the acceleration due to gravity being my particular `ball and chain').
However, being `owned' by one filter or another is a right of passage these days and one can only hope the replacement word isn't too awfully vapid, but such prose `cuffs' are an effortless `pick'.
My solution (when the whole of the `King's English' doesn't offer an alternative with enough bite, or a substitution that doesn't interfere with my Ersatz Waylon Jenning's lyric rhymes) is to fall back on the infinite utility of the asterisk, e.g., `a big pile of ****. Let the imagination of the reader carry them through the pages of whatever vocabulary they rely on, while you rest easy knowing that you were thinking `huge wad of CASH'. If the reader is of a tender years and yells out something other than the word `CASH' (or similar innocuous word), then the onus is on the parental unit's programming, and certainly not on the supposed intent of the poster.
You can find an example in this thread:
https://www.backyardchickens.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=31223&p=1
Check out Little Chicken Racing Team's link (he's got the burqaed hen avatar). That picture set me off. I couldn't decide if I felt sorry for the chickens, or if I was getting hungry. But there was something Country and Western about the thread itself and my response to it.
I was too tired to `borrow' the `count', and work out the rhymes for either Dolly Parton's Single Bars And Single Women, or David Frizzel's I'm Gonna Hire A Wino (to decorate our home). However, Waylon Jennings and David Allen Coe came to mind and so I went with something quick and generic as I listened to those guys from memory.
The point is: Was I thinking `El Paso'? (no, that would be a Kinky Friedman song)...
I'll end this musing (putting off chainsawing snags that came down the night before last in the wind) by mentioning that even the strictest filtering can't approach the circumscription of the last big PC era in this country (1880's Gilded Age) when Chief Sitting Bull had to be referred to as `The Slightly Recumbent Gentleman Cow', lest `proper' ladies swoon dead away (bull was considered too suggestive thus verboten).
Anyway, sorry for the rambling, it's good to see this thread remain so civil. No concerns with who flung dung...