A brief contest
Vulgarities in proper context are not truly vulgar, but necessary. What this administration has been doing to the rule of law, the civil and privacy rights of Americans, our reputation, our economy and our military readiness does indeed deserve vulgarities. Eddie Murphy once said that even when the Pope got shot, he must have said "m$$$$$f*****!" Well, we as a people have been shot by this administration, and we are entitled to holler beyong the Queen's English. (Come to think of it, I have a hard time imagining that even Queen Elizabeth has not occasionally sworn up a storm in light of some of the things she has seen in her life from the Battle of London on, but I digress....)
HOWEVER...
Let us have a contest in which we tell the President and his, ahem, adviser Mr. Rove what we think of them, using each 50 words or fewer, WITHOUT resorting to the old favorite words. You know, the ones that emit from your mouth under your breath when you think of George the Even Lesser. The ones that the nuns or your Momma will wash your mouth out for typing or saying. The ones you don't want Cody or Larissa or Moonbeam or Hank to utter from the carseat when you are taking your new friends to tea after church, mosque, synagogue or gurdwara?
This idea is not to apologize for the use of hard vulgarities, but to put forth a mass demonstration of our collective and individual skill at the derogation in English (or, even better, additional languages? ;-)) of this shameless, petulant hack that we as a people seem to have allowed to sit and play and scoff and smirk where Roosevelt once labored, where Kennedy once served, where honorable Republicans like Eisenhower once exhibited the values of "duty, honor, country" rather than this sad, aphasic train wreck's exhibiting his venality. He lusts for the speakers' fees he will receive (not "earn") after departure while pretending to speak English to those who will pretend to hear English. He is of course unlistenable, as some micturations of wine are undrinkable. English as a FIRST language for the White House, I say! But we are a very worthy read here, most of you far more so than am I.
By so doing, we will exhibit the Greek virtue of arete in ourselves in declaiming the continued and insufferable skata from the tender, pearl-clutching Karl and his former boss. We may not be the "101st Fighting Keyboardists" but all the better; they would not know "merde aux bardeaux" if it hit them in the lap.
To all, happy typing; please make Little Lord Rove smile and wince!