Words

I have a confession to make. I’ve said words that we aren’t supposed to say and written words we aren’t supposed to write.

I’m fairly certain that at some point in the 80s I read aloud from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and To Kill a Mockingbird and we all know what that means. It’s a vague memory, but as I recall in an essay on that second book I expounded on the fact that Aticus didn’t like the N-word. But, this was the eighties, pre-O.J., when we still thought you could write that word in quotes if you were, in fact, quoting. So, I used the word.

So, I’ve said and written the N-word. I’ve certainly said the S-word and even the F-word. I’m not sure what it is, so I can’t be certain, but I think I might have said the Q-word. I must admit that until just now I have never used the word “macaca”, but there’s a first time for everything. In my college days on at least one occasion, I got a few easy laughs doing a pretty good imitation of Tourette’s syndrome (I know, insensitive of me to make fun of those handi…er, disab….er, differently abled people) and I’m sure I covered most racial epithets, sexual and scatological references and a couple of bits of total gibberish. Hmmm…gibberish…maybe I did say “macaca,” come to think of it.

I used a derogatory term for homosexuals in reference to one friend, laughingly, on a pretty regular basis, only to find out years later that he was gay. And, I’m pretty sure at some point when listening to the zillionth Culture Club marathon I said something along the lines of “Yes, Boy ,I really do want to hurt you.” On the other hand, that was a matter of musical taste and confusion as to why he called himself boy but dressed like a girl…or was that Lola? But, I’m sure my detractors, if I were important enough to have any, would still make the worst of it.

So, apparently I’m not qualified for the Republican nomination for Senate in Rhode Island. In Virginia, I could still be Governor, at least if I was a coach’s son, but I ought not expect more than one term in the US Senate. And President is right out.

But wait, it’s not too late. I can always call New York “H-word”-town and make a good living as a Democratic shakedown artist.

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