If I had gone to a better high school, I would have read Emily Bronte’s book Wuthering Heights? More so, I would have learned from the author herself how to call people dastardly name.
Let’s begin with our president, that foolish palaver, Donald Trump, p. 21. Then there’s his vice president, the unhappy plow-boy JD Vance, p. 20. Trump may have called him Little Marco, but I think little Idiot, p. 279, is more fitting. Let’s not forget the low ruffian Pete Hegsteth, p. 113. I couldn’t resist adding my contribution, the bugged-eyed idiot Cash Patel. There are the witches: Laura Loomer, the damnable witch and Trump confidant, and Pam Bondi, the accursed witch, both mentioned on the same page, p. 320. RFK Jr. is truly a blackguard, p. 113; Kristi Noem is an insolent slut, p. 319, and Loren Brobart is but a mere slut, p. 149.
Descriptions of Supreme Court justices should be mentioned here—the scandalous old hypocrite Clarence Thomas, p. 15, and the pitiful changeling, Brett Kavanaugh, p. 172. In the category of not-Gavin Newsom are the vinegar-faced Mitch McConnell, p. 9, and his pal, the whey-faced whining wretch, p. 208. Fittingly maligned are the insipid, paltry creature, Steven Miller, p. 152, and the vacationer and faint-hearted creature, Ted Cruz, p. 211.
Rounding out the list is an assortment of superlatives. For instance, Gislane Maxwell is a wretched inmate, p. 9, Tucker Carlson is a naughty, swearing boy, p. 55, Elon Musk is a vulgar young ruffian, p. 67, Steve Bannon is a black villain, p. 11, and Trump’s buddy Vlad Putin is the devil daddy, p. 109.
If you don’t agree with my list, then to quote Ernest Hemingway, in For Whom the Bell Tolls,” go obscenity in the milk of thy mother.
You're so right. Unfortunately, from my time in newsrooms certain expressions are ingrained.
Very imaginative, Linda! That f bomb is so overused. Even kids no longer think of it as an expletive.