When I was a teenager, and not allowed to swear or ever express any negativity at home, in my pent-up rage at just about everything, I developed a mega-curse I would rattle off whenever I got the opportunity. It was private, since I knew even then that it was kind of an embarrassing juvenile amalgram of every bad word an overprotected suburban teenybopper might know in the late sixties. However, it got ingrained, and even though I went on to have a better than average swear-word vocabulary, I still find “God-dammit-to-fucking-shit” coming out of my mouth — all one word, in one quick breath — when I am particularly pissed off about some outrage or injustice.
So that’s what I said when I read this.
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