Grammarian pro5/1/2023 ![]() ![]() But it’s times like these when the pro-infuriators just go PRO. And no one under 72 gives a crap about that whole “we saved your asses in WW2” bit. No one who is British really gives a fuck about being called a limey. A philosophical divide that causes me to want to wipe my ass with your flag.Ĭross-Atlantic insults are tricky. You believe in the sanctity of the crown, the language, the flag, The Bible, your mother’s funeral shroud? You believe it/them to be inviolable and eternal truths of some kind? That’s fine. Take all of those entrenched beliefs and feelings about those beliefs and shove them up your ass. And paralyzed with anger as he was he did manage to say exactly that through clenched teeth and eyes that were Dracula-red. Had I not been a powerlifter myself (and 260 pounds, or 18 plus stone) as I was at that time and a fighter and maybe smiling like I was, ear to ear, I would have been murdered. CLEAN AS A WHISTLE!”Īnd we were suddenly aswirl in a silence that enveloped the whole room despite the fact that it was a whole room. “…and I just drag it allllllll the way through so whatever loose pieces of shit I have hanging around my anus against which the flag is rubbing? Well, they just come right out on the flag. I mean I, myself, what I do with my flag is this.” And I begin mimicking the male-stripper-towel-between-the-legs bit, complete with the hip thrusting. I don’t know WHAT those guys were thinking. “I bet you’re like one of those freaks I just saw up in Fagtown. A little light badinage that always tended to get a little edgy on the periphery marked our interactions. Special Forces soldier, power lifter (a weightlifter whose progress is measured in pure tonnage) and self-proclaimed “red neck” from Kentucky. All of the kid glove handling of belief systems and tender mercies meted out to those who feel they’re somehow worthy of coddled space makes me a worse human being, not a better one.Ĭase in point: a one Mr. But the great part about being a vulgarian and a water drinker is that you don’t care. In this instance a true believer who had tried to explain in pronouncing what I had just asked for a glass of – water – that you actually should pronounce the letter T. And huge clown-y gales of laughter filled the club air around us, from my mouth to his face. Which is longer than anyone’s been speaking YOUR mongrel tongue.” And have for as long as it’s been ENGLAND. That is, sober enough to be lucid but drunk enough to be injudicious with that lucidity. “What country do you think you’re IN?” He had been drinking but in the space of those seven words he had grown drunk-guy sober. ![]()
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