I love language.  Not so much the mechanics of it and the rules thereby, (That last statement is probably readily apparent to many of you) but rather the way people twist and turn it in what I find rather humorous ways. 

As a much younger man, I suffered from, near fatal, road rage.  A malady that I have since overcome.  Kinda.

However, back in the day I learned a valuable lesson from my first wife.  We were driving from somewhere to somewhere else and some hapless and, I’ve no doubt, witless person perpetrated some since forgotten slight against me on whatever road it was that lead to the somewhere we were headed.  My response to that person was to yell,  “Cocksuckin’, Motherfucker!!”

Keep in mind that my response to that driver that day was not an unusual one. I often reacted harshly to other driver’s faux pas. What was unusual was that my wife turned and looked at me...and looked me...and looked at me.  Finally, I said, “What?”

“Aren’t I the mother of your daughter?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“And don’t I suck you cock?”

“Not since we’ve been married,” I stupidly joked.

“Fuck you!  Anyway, if being a cocksucker is a bad thing and being a mothefucker is a bad thing, what makes you think I should ever have sex with you again?”

Her point was well taken.  Since that time, I’ve never called anyone that again.  

Additionally, I don’t use “Fuck you,” unless it’s in a “nice” way.  At least I try not to. If this or that “blows”, or this or that sucks, it sounds pretty good to me.  

In some of the recent dust-ups here on OS the pejorative “cunt” has been thrown around in a very ugly way.  To call someone a cunt would mean that she is one of my very favorite things.

I’m just sayin’.