I fucking hate n********. Usually. I preferred living in the country. Both of them that I have right now suck. The one to the right of me leaves their pitbull out all night in the snow and I've called animal control multiple times after confronting her and even suggesting I buy her a heated dog house. The new one that just moved in to the left of me walked into my fenced backyard without as much as a knock because he wanted to mess with the fence. Some old Santa looking biker dude.

George Carlin had a lot to say about this. The 7 Dirty Words.

Once he read a headline where it said verbatim, ”John McCain to [some politician]: F*** Y**"

Everyone knows exactly what "F*** Y**" means, no one is unclear and they think it when they read it, but if the paper were to have the words ACTUALLY printed out so people saw them instead of just thinking them? Oh my gosh, the moral dilemma that would bring!