I come in peace. Don’t let the hollerin’ fool ya’. Get it? I’ve wanted to explain for years my treatise on the Quintet of S’s: bull, horse, bat, ape and chicken. If you truly love the mother tongue, you must embrace its severity and lethality of message. The key to language, that of primary import is to ensure clarity of understanding. Eloquence, breviloquence. And nothing says it better than that beautiful scatological fabulous five, laser-like in meaning and unmistakable is messaging. Let me explain. And while we’re at it, I love that described infra.

Abecedarian insult. “Sir, you are an apogenous, bovaristic, coprolalial, dasypygal, excerebrose, facinorous, gnathonic, hircine, ithyphallic, jumentous, kyphotic, labrose, mephitic, napiform, oligophrenial, papuliferous, quisquilian, rebarbative, saponaceous, thersitical, unguinous, ventripotent, wlatsome, xylocephalous, yirning zoophyte.”
The Superior Person’s Book of Words, by Peter Bowler, 1985. [Cited in World Wide Words]

Bark like a dog. Wave at the monkey. You’re a trained seal. In a bad circus act. You’re pathetic. We’re pathetic. Remember when we had guts and fought hard and ferociously against tyranny? I didn’t think so.

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