Fuck It

While fucking procrastinating at fucking work today, I fucking read this fucking editorial in the Star-fucking-Telegram by Linda P. fucking Campbell. It's fucking awful.

Look, the F-word isn't f-ing brilliant. It's an ugly, nasty, obnoxious blight on the language.

Fuck that. The Fuck-letter is not a fucking blight on our fucking language. It's fucking useful.

That expletive is emblematic of impolite language that's used all too often, either for its shock value or because its users have become impervious to being shocked by it.

I prefer to use it for fucking emphasis. I'll even fucking drop a Fuck-letter-bomb in the fucking course of a fucking argument, knowing full fucking well that doing so in no fucking way in-fucking-validates the fucking point I'm trying to fucking make.

I'm convinced that the creepage of foul-mouthedness into common parlance diminishes not just our language but our culture.

Too fucking late. It's a fucking unique expression of our fucking culture and it's fucking here to fucking stay. If you don't fucking like it, then go fuck yourself.



That was in-fucking-formative. This is fucking ridiculous.

The FCC tried to define indecency back in the 1970s, when a father driving along with his son got an earful of comedian George Carlin's "Filthy Words" monologue on the radio. Carlin identifies seven words that "will curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and maybe even bring us, God help us, peace without honor." Then he proceeds to poke fun at squeamishness over their use by using them in sentences as various parts of speech.

The routine is crude, vile and perversely funny. And absolutely inappropriate for children.

And it's probably not a good fucking idea to fucking watch it while you're at fucking work either. Some fucker might be fucking offended.



Fucking awesome.