In case you missed it, there is a national conversation going on about whether violent language leads to violent acts.
Take it from me, it does.
Here’s my personal experience..
I was typing away on my much hated Dell PC with the witticisms flowing like fine wine when up pops an ad smack in the middle of my work warning me of the dangers of “getting hacked.” “I’ll hack you, you cookie-crammed piece of crap,” I cried in a pique of interrupted genius and raised my Wolfgang Puck meat cleaver to put the wretched computer out of my misery. Only the pitiful bleating of its terrified mother board snapped me to my senses.
If even a master wordsmith like me can be pushed to the brink by violent language, just think of the effect on ordinary people?
When I considered all the violent language we casually use in our everyday conversation and the potentially tragic outcomes if any of it was acted on, I decided I would do the patriotic thing and tone it down. I suggest you do the same.
No longer will I take a stab at something, neither will I take a shot at it, or give it a crack.
I won’t have a blast, get bombed, wasted, or hammered.
I will not gun my motor, kill my engine, or stomp the pedal because, technically, the car still belongs to the bank.
If I am on target with something, I will try not to picture some hard projectile I have launched striking something soft and squishy. I will consider the store of the same name just a name and not an invitation to mayhem.
I won’t knock my socks off because I’ll hurt myself. I won’t whack off for the same reason.
I won’t shoot the breeze, fire off a letter, punch in or punch out, blow it, kick the habit, bite the bullet, shoot from the hip, go in with guns blazing, or aim to please.
Where have you gone, George Carlin, when we need you?