If I had a dollar for every freeper who starts by writing “I (or my elderly parents) were all going to vote for Trump - we had Old Betsy heating up in the driveway and were about to jump on the running board - when he said...” I’d be a rich dame.
Well, it’s the gosh-honest truth. You can believe it or not believe it. Trump’s talk of “suing” turned my father off like a spiggot. Not that it was a huge surprise to me, as things like frivolous lawsuits and people that say they’re going to sue at the drop of a hat have always been something that made my father lose respect.
Plus, a lot of this has to do with regional differences. For a long, long time profanity was just used far more promiscuously up in the northeast. I can’t count how many times I’ve talked to guys who went up north for the first time (usually in the 1930s-40s) and told me how stunned they were at all the profanity. It just wasn’t done down here like that. I certainly never heard anyone in my family... father, mother, uncles, aunts, sister, grandparents, EVER use the “F” word. Never in my life.
When profanity was used in a public place down here, especially within earshot of a female, people like my aforementioned uncle tossed them out in the street and knocked the stuffing out of them. By the time I worked as a laborer (yes, I dug ditches), the lunch-shed I shared with eight pipefitters, had a pretty decent amount of salty talk, as standards had withered a bit. But that was the kind of venue it used to be a bit more accepted, and the hard environment (unbelievable heat, desolation) certainly allowed some cultural leeway.
Nowadays, what I hear both on television and out in public is far worse than what I used to hear amongst those pipefitters. Everybody practically talks like gutter-trash. But, we’ve become a gutter-trash society, with gutter-trash leaders. So, I guess it’s all even.