The use of the word cunt is more considered, subtle and expressive than you imagine, if you do imagining.
In the lexicon of profanity cunt has long been the imprecation of last resort for people whose sensibilities have been basted crisp by the oppressive culture of uberCorrectness, peddled relentlessly by, among others, Mad Melanie Phillips – you can or you can’t say this or that and anyone who disagrees is a Nazi. Cunt is the word you don’t say. Fine to say pussy, or arcanely, fanny. Same thing, just a more acceptable set of letters. Somebody decided, quite arbitrarily, that the use of cunt diminished women, even though it doesn’t, well, not as much as does cluster bombing them, a la Hoon
Fine to use slang names for body parts, male and female – prick, arse, tit, dick – as terms of abuse, and a custom dating from when, in the Beginning, was the Word – but the cuntword, somehow, recently got locked-away in a box of dirty No-No words, like a linguistic nuclear deterrent; this, its power to offend, given to it by the censors, explains its new currency, you stupid cunt.
When people behave as badly as do those in Westminster there is absolutely no point in challenging them with rhetoric and sophistry, they are too stupid, Caroline Flint, Hazel Blears, Bob Ainsworth, they are fucking idiots; few of them can frame a sentence, let alone marshal an argument. Stupid cunts.
No, it is not infantile, nor teenage to hope that maybe Alistair Campbell’s precious spawn, safe from military action, might say to him, one day, Dad, why does everybody call you a cunt ? Is it because you faked the evidence that led to an illegal war, Dad, or were you a cunt anyway ?
It is not infantile nor teenage to wish that degenerate, yet moralising MPs, sucking each others dicks in public toilets while publicly gay-bashing be challenged by their duped wives; why does everybody call you a hypocritical cunt, Mark or Jerry?
Lets face it, when you can see, online, any amount of granny abuse, bestial rape, paedophilia and sadism, one little four-letter word isn’t actually going to plunge us further into a Sodom and Gomorrah de nos jours, we are already there. The use of the word cunt in these pages is not salacious and neither is it gender-derogatory nor infantile but revolutionary; it says, I despise your phony egalitarianism, a pox on your values, I shit, clearly and on balance, in a very real sense and the Devil as ever is in the detail, on your nazi jargon, fuck you and your stinking hypocrisy, you are so repellent that I will deliberately choose, to describe you, a word which folks in your own cosy self-satisfied milieu consider barabarian, de trop, taboo; I don’t give a fuck for your linguistic conventions, I am more concerned about you eviscerating Iraqi babies, you cunt. I eschew your assumption that you are civilised, that there are civilised words, and uncivilised words, you cunt Hoon; you are the fucking obscenity. I call Hoon and the rest cunt, not out of some wish to write on a cyber toilet wall but because I know that foul, rank, blood-drenched, hypocrite war criminal that he is, his feathers will be ruffled; a poor substitute for life imprisonment but the best I can do.
Its not the use, here, of the word cunt over which you should tut-tut; it’s the cunts themselves.
The above was inspired, in part, by Mr Hoon, the cunt, who has since attained a scatalogical grandeur all his own, his very name now an epithet in itself, whether he accepts it, Kirsty, or not.
je touche le chapeau a Messieurs SB, GF, OH et M. Quarante-cinq.