Yeah. Most things that get under my skin have to do with language.
I consider it a precious, divine, gift. I don't like to see it treated disrespectfully.
I can forgive people for making mistakes. Lord knows, I make 'em.
I just get a little huffy when I detect an attitude of indifference, or slovenliness about the thing that elevates us above the animals.
Lying, especially, really fries my butt.
"I consider it a precious, divine, gift. I don't like to see it treated disrespectfully."
I've seen you too take the liberty to mangle the language. Is that called poetic liberty?