There Are So Many Worse Words Than Mofo

Director Spike Lee, speaking at Cannes, denounced Donald Trump as a “motherfucker” because he failed to denounce the Nazis in Charlottesville who murdered a peaceful protestor. Considering that Trump has done even worse things, one wonders what Lee would say about those crimes against racial justice.

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  • But, alas, it would seem to be Mr Trump rather than Mr Lee, who has (a modicum of) control over the bombs and the missiles and the snipers, not merely those directly under the US aegis, but in such states as Israel – witness the recent events in Gaza….

    Henri

    • EvilWizardGlick
      May 18, 2018 5:50 AM

      “Every time we do something you tell me America will do this and will do that. …I want to tell you something very clear: Don’t worry about American pressure on Israel. We, the Jewish people, control America, and the Americans know it.” – Alleged quote by Ariel Sharon to Shimon Peres (October 3, 2001); as reported by Haaretz

      • I believe the term ‘motherfucker’ deserves to be retired now. Never has a term worked so long and so hard to express so many things — can we not give it a little rest?

        Trump is what he is — a far worse thing than a motherfucker. We have to put up with him because we neglected to settle his hash at home or in the neighborhood. We tolerated him then, so we must tolerate him now, until time and circumstances take him away; and they may not be soon.

      • EvilWizardGlick
        May 18, 2018 11:57 AM

        Anarcissie
        That’s because people have simplified profanity.
        Dumbed it down if you will.
        Call someone a festering pustule, or a bleeding hemorrhoid.
        Try the tainted offspring of a mangy dog and an ugly woman. They have the scent of a flatulent Gorilla.
        Tip. comedy is specific.
        Tell people watching a bum masturbate is more interesting than speaking with them. Or that small town celebrity is the same as Bob the masturbating Meth head.

        Found this
        ou swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we
        say in Texas, you couldn’t pour water out of a boot with instructions
        printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather
        kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in
        the Islets of Langerhans.

        You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little
        worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a
        cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a
        weasel’s rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench,
        a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

        I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
        species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at
        the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
        Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are
        a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn.
        And did I mention that you smell?

        You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe
        player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world
        that rejects the likes of you. You didn’t crawl out of a normal egg,
        either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist
        as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you
        at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done
        to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.

        Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting
        to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a
        nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able
        to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude
        oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.

        You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than
        you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short
        of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few
        chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God
        created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks,
        slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his
        standards and made you. I take it back; God didn’t make you. You are
        Satan’s spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the
        slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You
        are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred
        trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.

        You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid,
        nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You’re a fool, an
        ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won’t have sex with
        you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in
        a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup
        doesn’t validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together.
        You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.

        Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be
        read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your
        tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001
        worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big
        W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn’t look promising either. We need to
        trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order
        to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no
        normal human would ever mate with you, so we won’t have to go into the
        sewers in search of your git.

        You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
        obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
        emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
        loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make
        Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0
        mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop
        around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You think
        that http://WWW.GUYMACON.COM/FUN/INSULT/INDEX.HTM is the name of a
        rock band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who
        ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry
        Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns
        all day if the other inmates would let you.

        On a good day you’re a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are
        deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of
        wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted.
        Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you.
        Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source
        of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
        May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous
        galactophage and you wear your sister’s training bra. Don’t bother
        opening the door when you leave – you should be able to slime your
        way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs
        out from under the porch and bites you.

        You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock.
        You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted
        boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You
        gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole
        ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered
        bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You
        dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your
        spouse be blessed with many bastards.

        You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself
        in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny
        clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a
        clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature;
        _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.

        You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You
        are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel.
        You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You
        are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that
        you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go
        away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won’t make
        it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which
        became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy’s lair.

        It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone
        that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled
        far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid.
        Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to
        a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium.
        Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid.
        Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one
        minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot
        be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid.
        This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure
        extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws
        of nature. I must apologize. I can’t go on. This is my epiphany of
        stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while.
        I don’t think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic
        opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other
        drivel. Duh.

        The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped
        away most of your of what you wrote, because, well … it didn’t
        really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was
        pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a
        load of babbling was hardly effective… Maybe later in life, after
        you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more
        success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us “normal”
        people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering.
        But we sometimes forget that there are “challenged” persons in this
        world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this
        was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to
        what you wrote. It just wouldn’t have been “right.” Sort of like
        parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the
        emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a
        demand on you.

        P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful,
        cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable,
        belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal,
        fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic,
        brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame,
        self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, fraudulent,
        libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid,
        illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking,
        devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic,
        fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased,
        suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim,
        crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim,
        unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive,
        mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive,
        abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.

  • EvilWizardGlick
    May 18, 2018 5:46 AM

    Big deal. Lee hasn’t had a hit in decades. Kanye’s single tweet pushed Trumps support amongst Black male voters to about 22%.
    I believe Trumps quote was something like ” There are good people on BOTH sides”. Not “That’s it boys kill another nigger”.
    Either way, Spike wasn’t there, I wasn’t there, Trump wasn’t there.

    • EvilWizardGlick
      May 18, 2018 9:22 AM

      “We ALL must be united & condemn all that hate stands for. There is no place for this kind of violence in America. Lets come together as one!

      — Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) August 12, 2017”

      That was the tweet Spike ranted about.
      But Spike don’t say shit about this
      ““We all in one boat, and they’re killing all of us,” he analogically explained of Yeezy’s pro-Donald Trump behavior, “and he jump over there and say, ‘Master! I’m on your side, Master! I got all of the information, and I’m with you Master. Burn all these n**gas.”

      Daz is even reminded of Stephen from the Jamie Foxx-led blockbuster, Django, when he thinks of Kanye, he referecnes. Legendary film icon Samuel L. Jackson portrays the Uncle Tom-possessed, duplicitous house slave who goes to any level of betrayal against the other slaves for a pat on the head from his white slave master. No shade to the 69-year-old big screen star himself, Daz asserts, but the way he sees it, Kanye is the Sam L. (more fittingly understood, the Stephen) of hip-hop.

      “Yo, national alert: all the Crips out there, y’all f**k Kanye up!” he declares. “You see that motherf**ker, f**k his a** up on GP. It’s Crip sh**, n**ga.””

      I get that being Black fading Spike must play to the crowd. It is his time in the spotlight and might never happen again.

      Trump is fucking stupid for still supporting the discredited false conviction.
      But not so much for the tweet that did NOT play into the hands of divisive leadership, on either side, who profit from race baiting and race hate and overall social idiocy.

      By the way Spike don’t send his kids to public school. No do rags and drawers showing fo his chilluns.

  • Hey, I fucked a mother. A couple of them in fact. Well, not MY mother, but you get the idea.

    Isn’t it strange that our most vulgar swear word is actually a very pleasurable act? What does that say about us?

    For that matter, shitting is a pleasurable act as well.

    • EvilWizardGlick
      May 18, 2018 11:46 AM

      Cocksucker is no longer an insult. ( For fun Google around until you find how the Trailer park boys pushed Canuck boundaries on that. One of my favorite Bubbles lines is “That’s a hard cock to suck.
      Put my foot up your ass is no longer an insult.
      I’m still confused regarding shank your ass in an alley or bust a cap in your ass.
      “During one of Lenny Bruce’s performances in 1966, he said he was arrested for saying nine words, and says them in alphabetical order: ass, balls, cocksucker, cunt, fuck, motherfucker, piss, shit, tits.[3] The last seven words are the same as George Carlin’s.”
      “I love words. I thank you for hearing my words.

      I want to tell you something about words that I think is important.

      They’re my work, they’re my play, they’re my passion.

      Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts but thoughts are fluid, y’know like, woo woo woo woo, POP! Then we assign a word to a thought and we’re stuck with that word for that thought, so be careful with words.

      I like to think that yeah, the same words that hurt can heal, it’s a matter of how you pick them.

      There are some people that aren’t into all the words.

      There are some that would have you not use certain words.

      Yeah, there are 400,000 words in the English language and there are 7 of them that you can’t say on television. What a ratio that is!

      399,993 to 7. They must really be bad. They’d have to be outrageous to be separated from a group that large.

      All of you over here, you 7, baaad words!

      That’s what they told us they were, remember? “That’s a bad word!” No bad words, bad thoughts, bad intentions, and words!

      You know the 7, don’t you, that you can’t say on television?
      “Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.”

      Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that’ll infect your soul, curve your spine, and keep the country from winning the war.

      “Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits,” wow!

      And “tits” doesn’t even belong on the list, y’know? Man!

      That’s such a friendly sounding word.

      It sounds like a nickname, right? “Hey, Tits, come here, man. Hey! Hey Tits, meet Toots. Toots, Tits. Tits, Toots.”

      It sounds like a snack, doesn’t it? Yes, I know, it is a snack. But I don’t mean your sexist snack! I mean New Nabisco Tits!, and new Cheese Tits, Corn Tits, Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits, Onion Tits, Tater Tits. “Betcha Can’t Eat Just One!”

      That’s true. I usually switch off.

      But I mean, that word does not belong on the list. Actually none of the words belong on the list, but you can understand why some of them are there.

      I’m not completely insensitive to people’s feelings. I can understand why some of those words got on the list, like cocksucker and motherfucker. Those are heavyweight words. There’s a lot going on there. Besides the literal translation and the emotional feeling. I mean, they’re just busy words. There’s a lot of syllables to contend with.

      And those Ks, those are aggressive sounds. They just jump out at you like “coCKsuCKer, motherfuCKer. coCKsuCKer, motherfuCKer.”

      It’s like an assaualt on you. So I can dig that. We mentioned shit earlier, and 2 of the other 4-letter Anglo-Saxon words are piss and cunt, which go together of course. A little accidental humor there. The reason that piss and cunt are on the list is because a long time ago, there were certain ladies that said “Those are the two I am not going to say. I don’t mind fuck and shit but ‘P’ and ‘C’ are out.” Which led to such stupid sentences as “Okay you fuckers, I’m going to tinkle now.”

      And, of course, the word fuck. I don’t really, well that’s more accidental humor, I don’t wanna get into that now because I think it takes too long. But I do mean that. I think the word fuck is a very important word. It’s the beginning of life, yet it is a word we use to hurt one another quite often. People much wiser than I am have said, “I’d rather have my son watch a film with two people making love than two people trying to kill one another.” I, of course, can agree. It is a great sentence. I wish I knew who said it first. I agree with that but I like to take it a step further. I’d like to substitute the word Fuck for the word Kill in all of those movie cliches we grew up with.

      “Okay, Sheriff, we’re gonna fuck you now, but we’re gonna fuck you slow.”

      So maybe next year I’ll have a whole fuckin’ ramp on the N word.
      I hope so. Those are the 7 you can never say on television, under any circumstances. You just cannot say them ever ever ever. Not even clinically. You cannot weave them in on the panel with Doc, and Ed, and Johnny. I mean, it is just impossible. Forget those 7. They’re out.

      But there are some 2-way words, those double-meaning words. Remember the ones you giggled at in sixth grade? “…And the cock crowed three times.” “Hey, the cock crowed 3 times. Ha ha ha ha. Hey, it’s in the Bible. Ha ha ha ha.” There are some 2-way words, like it’s okay for Curt Gowdy to say “Roberto Clemente has 2 balls on him,” but he can’t say, “I think he hurt his balls on that play, Tony. Don’t you? He’s holding them. He must’ve hurt them, by God.” And the other 2-way word that goes with that one is prick. It’s okay if it happens to your finger. You can prick your finger but don’t finger your prick. No, no.

      Fugs Nothing
      Monday, nothing
      Tuesday, nothing
      Wednesday and Thursday nothing
      Friday, for a change
      a little more nothing
      Saturday once more nothing
      Sunday nothing
      Monday nothing
      Tuesday and Wednesday nothing
      Thursday, for a change
      a little more nothing
      Friday once more nothing
      Montik gornisht,
      Dinstik Gornisht
      Midwoch an Donnerstik gornisht
      Fritik, far a noveneh gornisht pikveleh
      Shabas nach a mool gornisht
      Lunes nada
      Martes nada
      Miercoles y Jueves nada
      Viernes, por cambia
      un poco mas nada
      Sabado otra vez nada
      January nothing
      February nothing
      March and April nothing
      May and June
      a lot more nothing
      July nothing
      ’29 nothing
      ’32 nothing
      ’39, ’45 nothing
      1965 a whole lot of nothing
      1966 nothing
      reading nothing
      writing nothing
      even arithmetic nothing
      geography, philosophy, history, nothing
      social anthropology a lot of nothing
      oh, Village Voice nothing
      New Yorker nothing
      Sing Out and Folkways nothing
      Harry Smith and Allen Ginsberg
      nothing, nothing, nothing
      poetry nothing
      music nothing
      painting and dancing nothing
      The world’s great books
      a great set of nothing
      Audy and Foudy nothing
      fucking nothing
      sucking nothing
      flesh and sex nothing
      Church and Times Square
      all a lot of nothing
      nothing, nothing, nothing
      Stevenson nothing
      Humphrey nothing
      Averell Harriman nothing
      John Stuart Mill nil, nil
      Franklin Delano nothing
      Karlos Marx nothing
      Engels nothing
      Bakunin and Kropotkin nothing
      Leon Trotsky lots of nothing
      Stalin less than nothing
      nothing nothing nothing nothing
      lots and lots of nothing
      nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
      lots of it
      nothing!
      Not a God damn thing

      • EvilWizardGlick
        May 18, 2018 12:06 PM

        I would like to add that Trailer Park boys introduced BALD PUSSY TEQUILA in one of their films.
        Someone should really market it.

    • American Teacher
      May 18, 2018 1:35 PM

      @CH

      “Shitting is a pleasurable act as well.”

      Not if you’re constipated, which the people who do not appreciate American Teacher seem to be.

      But to return to the topic.

      A group wanted to protest the removal of Confederate statues. Antifa attacked them. The police stood down on orders from Democratic governor Terry McAlliffe.

      Trump said both sides were to blame. That narrative upsets Spike Lee. If it upsets Spike Lee it must be wrong. So it’s okay to use foul language at a prestigious event

      Of course, if Trump used that word, you would be all over him.

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