Cussing isn’t toughness. My late uncle, a grizzled WW2 Navyman, who looked and acted a lot like Victor Jory, never used profanity, but he could wield words and deliver a smiling glare on his countenance that would shudder every bone in one’s body. You knew at once the guy was serious, and willing to back up every word he said with immediate violence if necessary.
F-bombs and the like are boorish kid-stuff. But that’s all modern, wimpish, metrosexual America tends to offer these days. This country has indeed become a faggoty sewer.
Fine, then tell your candy-asses here to stop running to their fainting couches because The Donald let loose with some salty language. It is neither an indication or confirmation of character. It is simply a way to express oneself - just as U.S. Grant and Sherman used salty language and whiskey to win the war.
Amen.
Man are you about to get it!
faggoty sewer will likely get you a barrage of f-words.