My Father's word on profanity: "Profanity is the last refuge of the illiterate".
By this he meant that if an individual cannot make themselves understood without resorting to profanity, it's a personal shortcoming. It was his 1910 birth date showing, and English was his second language. He was an engraver for the treasury department.
I've been on this site since the year 2000, and yes; I've resorted to profanity. In every case it's been because my temper had been irretrievably lost, and my wisdom was no longer sound at that moment. Every instance marked a profound failure on my part, revealed a character flaw on my own particular part, and I probably still possess more fingers and toes than the number of the times when it occurred.
I have objected and gotten my fanny handed too me. I still believe strongly that I was not making a mistake. Character carries a price, and sometimes one must be prepared to pay it regardless. Even the old boys can accept that simple, if painful, fact. When character calls; one steps up, or hands in their man card. Every man who volunteers for hazardous duty, as my Father did in 1941, or those thousands of brave younger men than did on Nov 12, has held that card in high esteem.
I can do better. I wish I always could.
Rant off.
Greg
By this he meant that if an individual cannot make themselves understood without resorting to profanity, it's a personal shortcoming. It was his 1910 birth date showing, and English was his second language. He was an engraver for the treasury department.
I've been on this site since the year 2000, and yes; I've resorted to profanity. In every case it's been because my temper had been irretrievably lost, and my wisdom was no longer sound at that moment. Every instance marked a profound failure on my part, revealed a character flaw on my own particular part, and I probably still possess more fingers and toes than the number of the times when it occurred.
I have objected and gotten my fanny handed too me. I still believe strongly that I was not making a mistake. Character carries a price, and sometimes one must be prepared to pay it regardless. Even the old boys can accept that simple, if painful, fact. When character calls; one steps up, or hands in their man card. Every man who volunteers for hazardous duty, as my Father did in 1941, or those thousands of brave younger men than did on Nov 12, has held that card in high esteem.
I can do better. I wish I always could.
Rant off.
Greg
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