I had no intention of writing about curses and insults--besides, it's Sunday morning, the Lard's day, so pass me some of those owl entrails and that good goose-grease soppin' gravy and let's eat the Lard's Supper--why's it called "supping"? Which brings me to my old pal l hat and a post he did several days ago now--here 'tis:
CALL FOR CURSES.
Attention all cacologists: I am currently copyediting and supplying additional text for a book of international curses and insults, and while I have a goodly store myself, I would be glad of help if any of you happen to know such expressions in the following languages: Ancient Greek, Latin, Old English, and Norwegian. Extra points if you can give me an idea of the general place of cursing and insults in the relevant cultural/literary context. (Juicy examples from other languages would also be welcome!) Direct offers of assistance to languagehat at gmail dot com, and thanks in advance. (But do you kiss your mother with that mouth?)
Look at the comments l hat got on this one. There's a thegrowlingwolf comment in there, t00, if you search deep enough, around "comment 52" or so--though my comment pales against all the other much more colorful and deeply happy to be discussing cursing and insulting comments l hat got--I'm beginning to think cursing and insulting may be the favorite sport of linguists.
I was watching Vince McMahon's vulgar and truly common-man rasslin' on the teevee last night (on one of the Spanish channels--with the announcers speaking Spanish over the rassler's English)--and I admit this with no shame since I'm a Sociologist and can excuse watching such trash by saying I'm doing a statistical study of how many deceits I can empirically discover within a 10-minute phony rasslin' match--they last about 10 minutes tops--it's due to teevee time and teevee timed playlists and shit like that, but anyway, OK, enough drivel, I was watching rasslin' and this rassler, Ric "the Nature Boy" [boy, hell, he's about 60 years old now] Flair, wearing a purplish, negligee-looking, whorish-looking, rasslin' gown--I mean looking totally trailer-house, was facing off on this little shrimp of a Messkin rassler, El Chicolinni, or some such shit as that, who was unrelentlessly harassing the Nature Boy something fierce, I mean hurling vicious insults at the champ, mostly in the form of wimpish meanness, like, "Hey, Reek Flair, yo mamma's a hairy ape who you have to shave every night before you make love to her." To which Ric Flair responded by reaching down and taking off one of his shoes. He then took the shoe and waved it in Chicolinni's face, and said, "How dare you, scum, my shoe is worth more than your house."
That got me. The Nature Boy wins over El Chicolinni by simply comparing his shoe with Chicolinni's house. Now that's lowlife Texasy kind'a insulting.
Michael Moore Is CURSED Again--This Time by Rupert Murdoch's Sleazebag New York Post, a Newspaper Better Used to Carry Out the Kitty Litter Than to Read
Michael Moore's new movie is an expose of the US healthcare industry--in it, he takes guys who worked cleaning up after 9/11 who now have all kinds of respiratory and cancerous diseases now--and of course they get no help from the US medical industry--to Cuba where they undergo a new cancer vaccine developed by Cuban doctors that even our own FDC has said may actually be an effective treatment for respiratory cancers especially. Here's a part of the NY Post condemning Moore's actions.
Cuba has made recent advancements in biotechnology and exports its cancer treatments to 40 countries around the world, raking in an estimated $100 million a year, according to The Associated Press.
In 2004 the U.S. government granted an exception to its economic embargo against Cuba and allowed a California drug company to test three cancer vaccines developed in Havana, according to the AP.
Regardless, some ill 9/11 workers balked at Moore's idea.
"I would rather die in America than go to Cuba," said Joe Picurro, a Toms River, N.J., ironworker approached by the filmmaker via an e-mail that read, "Joe and Mike in Cuba."
After helping remove debris from Ground Zero, Picurro has a laundry list of respiratory and other ailments so bad that he relies on fund-raisers to help pay his expenses.
He said, "I just laughed. I couldn't do it."
Don't you just love Joe Picurro. What a dumbass dipstick. Sorry, Joe, but not going to Cuba to perhaps be cured of cancer is pretty damn stupid. Go to Walter Reed Hospital, Joe, and let them put you in one of those anti-Communist, anti-Castro private rooms--oops, they're not private, I forgot about the rats you've got to live with at Walter Reed. But, hey, Joe, you're being a stupid patriot by resisting a chance at getting cured by a Communist! Hey, Joe, I suppose it's just fine for the largest renter of that eyesore building they're putting up where you got your cancer is a Communist Chinese real estate firm. Oh, but, that's fine with Joe because he uses George W. Bush's Neo-Nazi Handguide and he knows there are good commies, like the Chinese Commies, who own a huge chunk of our debt, and there are bad commies, like that horrible Fidel Castro (I thought he was surely dead by now; even his asshole buddy Hugo Chavez said Castro was dying--could his own doctors have cured him?).But, hey, folks, I'm proud to have a big Jersey dumbass staying true to our cause--going down with the ship of state.
Such a F-ed up world. Two-faced bastards all over the place. Try telling hypocrisy from reality.
In a related story, one of the dudes who worked in my building, a member of the New York State National Guard, worked on that clean-up project, too, and he suffers several problems due to it, like weird rashes suddenly breaking out all over his body. The irony of it is, he is a member of the New York National Guard Bush Baby is sending to Iraq--you know, General George Bush's great splurge effort to help continue his continuously continuing "Mission Accomplished" mission. He left for duty in Iraq this past Friday. F the rashes; F the cancer he probably has. Poor old soldiers--they never die, they're just sent to Iraq to fade away.
thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler
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