It was recently pointed out to me that, in my last entry, I used profanity when I was neither 1) speaking as someone else, nor 2) speaking as myself when I was a child (because I was a profane motherfucker right up until about age 10). For this, please accept my profuse and abject apologies. I will not allow it to happen again. Sure, I could use the excuse that I was upset due to my candidate polling only slightly better than Herman Cain (or, for that matter, Harold Stassen), but I will not. Likewise, I could couch it as paying homage to Michele Bachmann, who swears like a longshoreman if the stories are to be believed. But I will not. I will take the high road. Henceforth, all of my writings will be so incredibly wholesome as to make "The Family Circus" look like Reservoir Dogs.
However, if you'll allow me to indulge myself for just a moment longer, here's something that probably only I think is interesting. Not to make light of the disorder, but do you suppose that if a very foulmouthed person had Tourette Syndrome, their coprolalia would be paradoxical? I'm envisioning something like this:
"Look at that motherfucking piece of shit cocksucking(GRACE! JOY! WwwwONDERMENT!)bastard!"
Just a thought I had.
Also, Paradoxical Tourette Syndrome would be a fantastic name for an album. So all of you struggling band members out there,,,,you're welcome.
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