Listen closely, I might be swearing at you
by Regis Boff
I judge people quickly. For instance, if someone can’t swear, he is half way out the door with me. I figure this is good for both of us. He or she can protect their ears and I can protect my time. It is a fine coincidence that my intuitive powers are peaking exactly in lockstep with the prosecution of words in America. I use very wide brush strokes now to make invisible people who figure their job has suddenly become censorship. This is because they are idiots. Stupid people are now virtually guaranteed that I am swearing and calling them the names in my mind they thought they had stopped me from using. This is more fucking fun than you can imagine.