What’s All The *!%&)# Swearing About?

Until I was inducted into the Army I rarely heard anyone swear. Not in my family. Not at the schools I attended or at family and friends’ homes, and certainly not in public places such as restaurants, parks, theaters, even ball parks.

I’m not a prude nor were any of my friends or family members. Swearing was just not something we did. Profanity wasn’t heard in films, on TV or the radio. It didn’t appear in magazines or newspapers. A politician spouting a string of expletives would have been a front page news story with the cursing blacked out. It meant almost certain defeat at the ballot box. That was the 1950s and 60s and even into the 70s and later.

Long gone is the day when Clark Gable in “Gone With the Wind” shocked a movie audience by saying: “Frankly Scarlett, I don’t give a  damn!” or when the racy novel “Peyton Place” would be hidden from the kids.

Today those in search of unique ways to sling slurs and creatively use profanity can attend just about any movie, turn on the TV, or tune in a Democrat party event to stock their profanity pantry.  Parents today would be delighted if they caught junior reading “Peyton Place,” thrilled that he was actually reading. Movie parental guidance codes are as useless today as “Men” and “Women” bathroom signs at an LGBTQA meeting venue.

Verbal filth is everywhere. Even words that were once considered too offensive for the crassest rapper to record or perform in public are now common place. The lyrics of some songs in the mess that passes for music are no longer considered forbidden. They can be heard on any street blaring through open car windows. There’s no escape with the exception of church.

Today there appears to be nothing too profane to yell out in public and loudly banter around in a restaurant, bar, ball game or political event, no matter if a nun, someone’s Quaker granny or a Sunday school class outing is within earshot.

Democrat politicians in particular have taken swearing to new scatological heights, going as far as recording a series of expletive-riddled videos that could only appeal to an audience of voters with the IQ of  a barrel of hair. They’ve succeeded in making their collective ignorance audibly apparent with their Senate and House leaders gleefully leading the profane chorus.

The Democrat mayor of Minneapolis doesn’t refer to the ICE agents attempting to clean up his crime-ridden city without using the “F” bomb. “Hey kids, the mayor’s on TV. Oops, never mind.”  Presidential candidate Kamala Harris used it frequently as do the vocabulary limited Democrat congressional members Jasmine Crockett (TX) and Ayanna Pressley (MA) and many more.

Republicans aren’t immune. No siree Bob! President Trump is also guilty, using his “bully pulpit” to profanely describe America’s enemies and the prowess of the U.S. military. Harry Truman and Lyndon Johnson were reported to have spicy vocabularies, but it wasn’t until the public was made aware of the “Nixon tapes” in the 1970s that Americans actually heard a president swear.

I know a couple of guys who would be mute without repeatedly using the “F” bomb. In a single sentence. They creatively manage to use it as a verb, noun, adverb, and an adjective. It doesn’t matter who is sitting nearby – wives, friends, kids, or strangers. They’re Yosemite Sam impersonators spraying the room with vulgarities instead of bullets.

I’ve had folks that disagree with me argue why they oppose my opinions, many being polite and articulate. Others are prime examples of why many bars have signs declaring: “No politics discussed here.” After a few beers the frustrated antagonist begins his or her explanation with a vile slur and it goes downhill from there. They eventually stagger away in an angry alcoholic haze.

Even when not fueled by alcohol, for the majority of them, the sum total of their intellectual judgments could fit on a fortune cookie message with plenty of room left over for the lucky lotto numbers.

I look back fondly on the days of the TV Show when Jim Nabors’ character, Marine Corps Private Gomer Pyle, expressed his shock or surprise by loudly exclaiming: “Gollll-ly!”

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Looka Here! Look what Tampon Tim signed into law back in 2020.

As the phony brouhaha over the George Floyd protests raged on, Minnesota’s Legislature updated its “use-of-force” statute, and Governor Walz signed it into law that July.

According to Minnesota law §609.066: Officers can use deadly force if a driver accelerates toward them, creating immediate life-threatening danger. No need to wait for impact – they can act based on apparent intent and proximity.

Under Minnesota Statute 609.066, peace officers may use deadly force only when a reasonable officer believes it’s necessary to protect against death or great bodily harm. And it’s all based on the totality of circumstances known at the moment, not some hindsight debate after the fact.

In a split second, when some 5,000-pound vehicle is gunning toward them, cops don’t have the  luxury of some slow-motion analysis or perfect insight into the driver’s intent. Most people would reasonably assume that an antagonistic activist gunning an engine in their direction is trying to cause serious harm, right?

The numerous videos clearly shows what actually happened. A radical activist and her radical companion were provoking ICE, trying to antagonize them, and likely hoping to catch it all on camera so it could go viral. Instead, Renee Good gunned her car toward an ICE agent and was shot and killed in the process. That’s what the video shows.

Walz’s only defense is to claim he was out hunting “wascal wabbits” to feed the hungry.

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Speaking Of Criminal Activity: The National Football League should change the name of the Minnesota Vikings to the Somali Pirates. I’ve read that the Vikings’ net worth is $6.8 billion while the estimated fraud committed by Somalis in Minnesota exceeds $9 billion.

The change makes sense to me as it is in keeping with the tradition of the NFL, which catered to Black Lives Matter and players who knelt for the National Anthem.

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Meanwhile Back At The Ranch: “Ya done done it,” sarcastically exclaimed a wise local  observer to me about the Fernandina Beach downtown paid parking issue.

“Ok,” he added, “with that accomplished, the mission now becomes getting as many paying parker’s downtown as possible.”

“What is the plan to do that?” he asked

“Are they going to work with the TDC (Tourist Development Commission) and push for increased promotions to spend more there? Just wait and hope for the best? Encourage business incentives? What?

Like the wise observer, I haven’t seen any discussion on how to ensure revenue is maximized, which is surprising given the urgency the commission placed on infrastructure work and the requirement for parking fees to fund it.

The Commission’s pro-paid-parking quartet are not the shiniest coins in the collection plate and have now painted themselves into a corner. They’ll eventually pay for their stupidity but unfortunately so will the residents of Fernandina Beach.

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The Good News Corner: The Babylon Bee reports that as part of ongoing efforts to improve things in both countries the United States made an official diplomatic offer to Iran to trade all of its liberal women for Iranian women.

According to highly placed sources, representatives of the State Department, including Secretary Marco Rubio, had engaged in high-level talks with officials from the Iranian government to lay out parameters for a trade that would send every liberal American woman to Iran in exchange for Persian women.

“It’s a deal that makes too much sense not to happen,” Secretary Rubio said in a brief statement to reporters. “In the United States, we’re overrun with unpleasant, objectionable, hateful women of multi-colored hair. In Iran, they seek to oppress the rights of the beautiful Persian women. In light of the current state of affairs in both countries, making a historic trade is a viable solution. Just think about how much life would instantly improve in America with no more liberal women.”