Comments on The Burd Report: No more F-bombs please

... and who really cares?

2010-06-13T20:52:51.907-04:00

... and who really cares?

Where the whole f-bomb thing goes arwy in my opini...

2010-06-13T18:42:06.567-04:00

Where the whole f-bomb thing goes arwy in my opinion is where Wally uses it in a sentence thusly (and I paraphrase because I'm too lazy to go back and find it): Merk the Mild can't bring himself to say "Fuck the little Afghan girls and their education...."

You can't use "fuck" and "little girls" in the same sentence without flags going up all over the godamned place. But see, that's what Wally does in his Let's Derail The Whole Godamned Train philosophy. Trouble is, like terrorism, it works. It works because next thing you know everybody's afraid to say "fuck' because one fucken' asshole used it in the worst possible manner as opposed to the Lenny Bruce-ian manner of using 'nigger' such that 'nigger' lost all meaning. But Wally doesn't get that. Wally will never get that. Quite the opposite, actually. Wally will make a big phony deal about standing up for free speech -as all gun-toting poets must do- while, in actual fact, killing free speech by clumsily, carelessly, thuggishly using free speech. It's the Wally's of this world we have to watch out for. Not the censors. Because, well, we know where the censors stand. But we can never tell what the Wally's stand for. Or against.

Years ago, I was sitting in a bar on Pitt St. in W...

2010-06-11T08:23:04.072-04:00

Years ago, I was sitting in a bar on Pitt St. in Windsor when three young guys came in -all a little happy, all with Manchester accents. Two of them just got off the plane in Detroit and the third brought them through the tunnell. They were to start some kind of skilled job at Ford the next day.

Anyway, every second word out of the middle one's mouth was 'fuck' or a derivitive thereof. He described "the fuckin' stewardess" as being reluctant to give him another "fuckin' drink" so he was going to call the "fuckin' airline president " and get his "fuckin' money back. You get the picture.

Anyway, the bartender, a girl from Georgetown studying at U.of W, leaned across the bar and stared at the yobo until he fell totally silent -as did his mates. Then, quietly she asked "Don't you know ANY other adjectives?"

The lad looked left. Then he looked right. He was desperately looking for help from either of his friends. They had none to offer. He took a long swallow of beer, looked at the bartender, wiped his mouth and said:

"What's a fuckin' adjective then?"

Yep. Three of them. Straight from the land of The Bard too....