sweatin the small stuff
From the “hmmm, so big and meaty” department……..
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, the best thing about doing a blog is the amount of freedom you have to say what you want and feel.
Ever since I started writing on the web way the fuck back in the day, I’ve had many a discussion with friends and reader’s on my habit of gleefully abusing the Kings English.
I suppose cursing is like smoking or drinking, it’s not for everyone, and everyone does it a bit differently from everyone else. But where I differ I think is that I do it so willingly, because it’s a known fact that I enjoy cursing to a great degree when I write.
My only regret is that at times I feel that I could be more descriptive, but due to content and time allowances I’m sometimes forced to stick to the tried and true basics, for I truly believe that great cursing is a lost art.
Any asshole can throw out fuck, shit, damn in any number of ways but the true artist such as Shakespeare, Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, Red Fox, Moms Mabley, cowboys of the Old West, old sailors were all masters when it came to cursing.
And let us not forget the fact that I was raised and educated at the feet of my father, who was a lifelong cop of the old school variety, and a master of cursing in his own right who took great delight in teaching me the word “muthafucker” and its many variations.
And I always admired the person that could jump from one language to another whilst cursing, and having been at the receiving end of a cussing done completely in a Latin tongue intermixed with English and French, I can attest to it’s cutting to the bone qualities.
It seems like lately the only people you can curse comfortably around are your close friends because I know that on the job I have to watch very carefully what I say around my co-workers.
But when I write on my blog I know that at least I can exercise my right to free speech and say whatever floats my boat.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"