Seven Words

It has been a rough morning, one of those days where I find myself cussing out loud just because it feels right.  My alarm goes off, and I start the day by delivering a nice, big f-bomb for all the world to hear; then I drag my sorry ass to the shower, let loose with a few sonofabitches, and maybe a holy shit when the water is too damn hot/cold.  I get in my car to go to work, and soon I am stuck behind someone who doesn’t understand the meaning of fast lane; so I say a few choice things about them having carnal relations with their mother, and before I know it, all is right with the world.

A percentage of the population finds this kind of language offensive, but that’s just because they are (insert favorite expletive here).  After all, the meaning behind every word is arbitrary, it’s just that some have developed negative connotations over time.  Why can’t I swear in public without fear of repercussions, isn’t freedom of speech the first amendment? There should be no exceptions, but our government developed some stupid test to determine what language is, or is not obscene (which is also subjective).  I personally find swearing to be a therapeutic way of dealing with stress – you can have your hot, spinning yoga bullshit -and scientists have discovered it to have a ”pain-lessening effect” as well.  In other words, cussing is like a panacea for whatever yanks your chain, and it don’t cost nothin’. 

I couldn’t end this post without playing the video that helped me become the foul-mouthed person I am today, George Carlin’s “Seven Words”.  Not surprisingly, language is NSFW: