Well, the poll is in and I accept the results. The two people I respect and FT (on whom I still on the edge) find me acceptable, and the two lace-pantied twits continue to object. that's good enough for me. I at least have left0 tokens of my friendship and my enmity everywhere. Who are Shalom and Bob anyway? They talk like smiley-face flowers, but I hardly think they'd glory in the name of "pansy." I think I deserve a vote, and that makes it 4/2, enough to change the by-laws under Robert's Rules newly revised.
I really do have a problem though. I was not raised in an English-speaking home -- we spoke Anglo-Saxon or Old English exclusively. For us the word f*** was derived from fokken an old Frisian-Dutch word which simply meant to strike or hit. Amazingly, we said "fokken good" and "fokken bad", or "fok you, motherfoker" just like I learned in the marine corps -- defender of our First Amendment liberties. I was probably the only boy whose language was improved by 8 years in the marines. My brother came back from the war and at the big dinner welcoming him, he asked my younger brother to "pass the fok- pass the butter please!" My sister, sitting across the table, said "almost fokked up didn't you?"
When I went to a proper school where the teachers were disgusted by my language I tried to learn a better brand of chatter. I found most of the words I used were not even in the dictionary -- Merrian-Websters, OED, all of the big ones. What the fok could fuck mean when it wasn't even in the fokken dictionary? I finally found the American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language (1969) -- a fokken good dictionary, and it answered most of my problems. "Cunt" was there from cunte, (Middle Low German (for sure)), as was blowjob, prick, fellatio and other good stuff.
As usual, Bob only spreads his fishy smell around, while Shalom appoints himself God and gives commands like a King of Judeah gone mad (a common condition as I remember). Shalom cannot even spell my nom de poste and yet feels qualified to prescribe "serious counseling" instead, I suppose, of the comic kind he hands out.
All I can say to these guys, is you've bescitanned yourselves. Get your fykken butts outa here, and let us sophisticates enjoy some high-toned but earthy conversation. |
