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"Freaking" firestorm: Part Deux

Wow! Another letter to the editor admonishing my vocabulary. This time, it seems I may be responsible for the death of society from the "rot within." Imagine! Little old moi! That's the beauty of the First Amendment. Everyone has the right to voice their opinion, no matter how freaking freaky it is.

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A Fan said…
Geeez, what the freak is happening in this country? Seems like we're in a time warp back to 50 years ago. . . Hang in there, BG, you pinko, commie, radical, hippie you! LOL.
Nebraskim said…
Hmmmm. So interesting how the word "freaking" leads to screeds about FDR and the tired and incorrect cliche about 49.5 percent not paying income taxes. I think to celebrate your freaking celebrity and out-sized power to offend silly people, you should blast Rick James' Super Freak song on your car radio today. And also Brick House. Just cuz that's a great song. :)
Sandy said…
OMG. That is so freaking unreal. But at least I can LMAO that there is so much concern for, like you know, our diminishing vocabulary. At 58 I use the F-word quite a lot and I don't mean the freaking F-word. Free speech allows us to be what we want. There is a time and place for each side. Let's just have some fun.
Cathy Hamilton said…
Thanks for the hilarious comments, AF, NE and Sandy. I'm rather enjoying the hub-bub....
N said…
This is what you need:
http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/f-bomb-paperweight
Nebraskim said…
My last post may come through with the name N....sorry.
Cathy Hamilton said…
N, I'm asking for that for Mother's Day!
Oh gawd, how freakin' fun is this?! Letters to the editor and everything!!! At least you didn't say 'eff'n'.
Cathy Hamilton said…
Funny you should say that. I was thinking about a whole column devoted to f-words, innocent ones. Just alliterate the heck out of a story with all the f-words I could think of. That's probably funny only to me, but eff 'em!

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