In Response

The Cynical Sarcastic received some email ladies and gentlemen!  Wow, first I get comments and now actual email.  Gee, thanks, and I almost mean that sincerely.

Just kidding by the way.  Feel free to drop a line at any time.

But on to the response.  I received an email from someone whom I don't know from an address I don't recognize who was kind enough to tell me that they really like and enjoy what I have to say on the blog but feels that I shouldn't use profanity as often as I do. 

Well 'Bethany,' to quote Kevin Smith who I am fairly certain was not the first to say this:
          FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK

Yes dear 'Bethany' I am mocking you, but only good naturedly.  For a slightly more mature explaination of my position, allow me to direct you to George Carlin's "Seven Words You Can't Say on Television."  It has its own wiki site so you should be good to go if the YouTube video isn't working.

Okay, all kidding aside, here's my official Cynical Sarcastic statement regarding profanity.  I consider profanity to be an artform.  You have to remember that all profanity is, no matter who says it or how or when, is a word or collection of words that are uttered to create a response based upon their negative social connotation.  It's words people, pure and simple.  Deal with it.  Do I swear constantly in my daily life?  No.  Do I swear in front of my parents and inlaws?  Not often, but out of respect not out of some inane societal pressure.  Do I swear in church?  Once and honestly that did not work out well.  I was thirteen.  You can guess from there but suffice it to say Bibles leave no marks.  Do I think profanity is a sin.  No.  Actually, to be honest, I'm pretty sure God is a fan of blue humor.  You've seen a platypus right?  I think the term 'fucked up' might have first been uttered by the angel that placed that little bugger on the planet during creation.  Do I swear to intentionally offend?  Definitely, particularly when there's a point to be made.  Look at it like this:  I use profanity in my writing like you'd use a Sharpie marker. 

So anyway, in summation, thank you for your note Ms. Bethany.  I can't change who I am nor can I change how I express myself at this point.  If you'd gotten to me twenty years ago we could have talked.  People swear, it's a fact of life.  The characters in my fiction swear, some of them much worse than I ever aspire to in real life.  Why?  It's who they are, just like I am who I am and you are who you are.

Dear Bethany, if you will, do me just one favor even if you never read my blog again.  Sometime during the course of the next week, while you are somewhere that doing so would definitely raise a number of eyebrows, drop a loud public f-bomb.  Just one, just once.  Do it and smile your  biggest Cheshire-cat-I-just-got-away-with-something smile.  I promise you it will be one of the more interesting days you've had recently.  Think of it as self-improvement with a little C.S. flair!