On foul-mouthed abuse
My last post, gently asking a question of those homosexuals and their supporters who push the idea of same-sex unions on an equal footing with traditional marriage, elicited a single Anglo-Saxon word in capitals, generally ackowledged to be the most offensive in the English language. Until recently. it was not uttered at all in polite society, but has found its way into use in general parlance, on the alternative 'comedy' circuit and in areas of the internet. Ironically, I am aware of its use in Britsh radio broadcasting for the first time last year through the mouth of Sandi Toksvig, an advocate of same-sex unions. Coincidence?
If the user was trying to shock me, think again. I've played rugby at school and university. I've stood on football terraces in Leeds, Bristol and the hallowed East End of Glasgow. I have worked in some of the roughest A&E units in England and Scotland at all hours of the day and night. I've heard worse, especially from the mentally ill.
It merely confirms in my mind that advocates of same-sex unions are incapable of debating public policy rationally without resorting to scatological abuse.
If the user was trying to shock me, think again. I've played rugby at school and university. I've stood on football terraces in Leeds, Bristol and the hallowed East End of Glasgow. I have worked in some of the roughest A&E units in England and Scotland at all hours of the day and night. I've heard worse, especially from the mentally ill.
It merely confirms in my mind that advocates of same-sex unions are incapable of debating public policy rationally without resorting to scatological abuse.
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