bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Wednesday 22nd August 2007.

Some days past i put a small comment in a blog amounting to but a few words,today i had a reply from someone who must read the same blog or indeed knows the person directly...In amongst the two lines i was called a " frigging Illiterate dolt "...i had to look frigging up just to gather to myself what i thought it was, alas could not find it in a paper dictionary,but some how " Frigging in the Rigging " slipped under cover bounced around my head i smiled at the thought,the beat, that the Sex Pistols strutted to while singing the song with such words,i suppose that tomorrow in my tiny red van i will be singing it to my ho-hum to that..i also looked up dolt....slow-witted or stupid person i do not take offense to either,not all of us made it to university,not all of us could grasp English grammar,the dream of what lay beyond a summers day through a school classroom window felt more alive than,where to place a full stop,yes i might regret such a stance,however the clock face cannot be freshly mounted in the time bucket i now flounder..some one also has to empty the bins, crawl in the sewers, deliver the post,so that we can be called frigging dolts,by those that choose such words.
Frigging is mainly an American import long since dropped faded away with other such words as the new generations bring there own words which filter through to join the slang of the decade....Dolt i have never has always been..spaz...silly bugger or the two male names Nigel,Tim..etc..etc mixed with other words..which no doubt will loose favour one day.
I am all for freedom of speech...the 1948 human rights which England signed up to is full of ideals around the word freedom and was to be put up in every school in the land,but some how grew cobwebs, being kindly forgotten in case the great unwashed should rise above there station,to demand the free champagne which they were promised,or was that Jam....for fighting the second world war.
But what does make me sad is the hiding behind a friends only page in a journal and a block on the reply i guess for sticking ones head up above the wall to be biff bash only the chosen few...

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