I have grown weary of the talentless overacting, gratuitous flesh bulbs and the constant barrage of effenheimers which saturates seemingly every film I get suckered into watching. If a society’s vocabulary is the portrait of its intellect, in our case, that portrait is like that of Dorian Grey.

America needs a big bar of soap right up our gullet, and if you don’t think that the language in today’s films, television, and what passes for political ‘discourse’ is not severely shriveled both our ability to express an idea and to converse civilly, just take a trip to some public place and listen for the young (and even old) voices in the crowd.

For a real shocker, visit your 85-year old mother, and be forced to point out that the current president’s first name is Donald, not F&$@#%g.

Now, I have used that word, albeit with a ‘g’ at the end. As in, ‘I’m sick of these f-g mortars dropping on us when we’re trying to sleep!’ and ‘Move your ass off the road! Those green streaks aren’t fireflies, they’re f-g tracers!’

People around me have been using this word for years; it doesn’t really bother me THAT the word used, really, but can we, please expand our vocabulary juuust a little? Late night mortar shells and green AK-47 tracers deserve such vernacularity, our president, however vexing and abrasive he may seem to be, does not.

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