Any old fogies out there who still get their news from the telly will recognise this excellent piss take of Japanese TV news (from here). It honestly is this shockingly bad. Speaking of shocking, attentive viewers may have noticed the language on this blog has been getting a bit on the blue side recently. Well, Our Man doesn't go out of his way to swear, but if the odd four letter word is necessary (or funny), then where's the harm in that? Old habits of starring out the word f**k die hard, and may be a bit twee in this day and age, maybe Our Man should lose those last fig leaves. He also has yet to embrace the use of cunt, which though far more in use in British dominion territories, and an excellent shorthand term for a politician, tends to make otherwise fearless rebellious Americans squirm. Though his thinking may be a bit outdated on that. Any living Colonials out there have an opinion on this?
Our Man reckons if you believe in free speech, let the expletives, er, eplete. Why fight censorship if you allow good taste to stop you from saying what you really want to say?
The Rev. Paperboy says it best here.
The Rev. Paperboy says it best here.
11 comments:
Our Man,
Yes, your language has very much deteriorated, and frankly it does not make you funnier. I think you can be a bit more clever.
And I am getting weary of having to use a dictionary to read your blog; albeit a different one than the one for Shisaku.
From this Colonial's perspective, use of the *ahem* "C" word is still very much frowned upon by members of the fairer sex, although we- oops...I mean, some women- seem to have less of a problem with it when speaking ill of another woman.
I like the news feed, very informative; I had no idea from watching NHK that shit (I mean news) actually took place in Japan.
As for the colorful language, my mama, in Ohio, always said that only ignorant slobs with no education used that kind of language since they knew no other.
That was usually before I did something to piss her off at which time I had to conclude that even though she was an aircraft engineer, she obviously never made it past grade school!
As to the use of the C-word, this colonial will point out that while it may see wider use in the UK, the sisterhood will rip you a new one if you use it in North America. For an example of the phenomenon, have a look at this comment thread from days gone by.
rev.
have to say your post on whinewrs was spot on.lawd bless you.
Comment from an ex-colony in Africa: it remains a taboo word in English especially in mixed company, but I believe its various Afrikaans (South African language based on Dutch) forms are used more widely without the same shock value. Since we are but savages in Africa – and as m'lud knows, my weakness is language - I might as well continue traumatizing sensitive souls. "Cunt" can be translated as "doos", which can either mean (literally) cardboard box (ja, ja, you're allowed to grin) or (figuratively) fanny (that's the British fanny, not the American one). I think "doos" is less harsh, and is often used with exasperation rather than aggression to refer to an extremely stupid person. Why stupidity should be expressed via the female bits instead of the male bits is a Pandora's doos I don't want to open. English at least provides another derogatory exclamation, "prick", but as far as I know there isn't a direct Afrikaans equivalent (not as an insult). And that was another irrelevant contribution from the one and only Sir Motsa Whatsit. I remain, sir, your faithful servant, etc etc etc ...
Good comments all, except for Dr K (just what branch of medicine are you in?). This box is too small for Our Man's ego, er, replies he means, so will "Do a Global Talk 21" and post something shortly to give full justice to his ego,,er, train of thought.
But to summarise:
AA - quite so, but Our Man's head hurts trying to be clever.
Kara - thanks for the intel. Did Godzilla make his connecting flight out of Atlanta?
Me - Your mama was cut from the same cloth as Our Man's.
Reverend - I heard that.
Sir Motsa Whatsit - Pleasure to hear from you again. Though as a former Commonwealther, the Sir is verboten. Methinks.
Big G was a little late in his arrival, but luckily he showed up in time to extend my holiday weekend from four days to five and one half. Huzzah!
'Good comments all, except for Dr K (just what branch of medicine are you in?).'
a lot of my patients ask that as they pay the receptionist on the way out.
I can't choose my own name? That's colonial oppression! Bring me my machine gun!
Oh, all right then. Comrade Motsa. Happy?
Da. Motsa Whatski to your comrades.
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