Once upon a time when not quite so fucking pissed about dickish Republican behavior, often the "c" word was used in the privacy of our own home.
;-)
You see when I swear I am only mildly fucking pissed off, I Have a very British attitude to swearing and indeed I can swear fluently in English, French and Italian, with Italian being the last resort to show I'm beyond a trifle miffed. The V word in Italian is just so glorious.
However once I get seriously irked I stop swearing almost entirely and resort to good old fashioned English insults.
Feckless wastrels was today's little exclamation. It has a certain precision that mere swear words lack.
I love some of the classics:
"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork."
- Mae West
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends."
- Oscar Wilde
In general Republicans don't push me hard enough to be creative, but I think have have reached the end of my tether now.
I do however wonder if the feeble minded can keep up, who cares, it's fun to confuse.
Shakespeare did it so well, from King Lear
“Thou art a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver’d, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mungril bitch.”
It is a beautiful language when used ferociously .