If you have been paying attention at the back, there, you will have noticed this blog referred to as a swearblog by some of the reprobates found in the land of British blogs. Well, they should know…
The odd thing about this is that in person, I’m mild mannered and rarely swear. Indeed, this rare occurrence is usually preceded by five minutes in front of the box when the BBC news is on. Bad combination, very bad combination. Mrs Longrider once asked why I do it. It must be a form of masochism, I guess, because the result is always the same, increased blood pressure, an enraged tantrum and foul language vented in the direction of the morons putting out such trite, biased nonsense. Trite biased nonsense for which we are extorted over a hundred quid a year, no less.
Apart from that one aberration however, you would not normally find me cussing. Nor, for that matter is it a part of my usual writing style. I prefer a cool, serene delivery. And, to be fair, when I started this blog, such was the intention. However, when faced with a barrage of illiberal authoritarianism from Whitehall on an almost daily basis, coupled with imbeciles claiming that such erosion of our liberties is in some way good for us, is it any wonder that I display the outward two signs of Britishness? Indeed, the purveyors of our imminent descent into totalitarianism and the fools who follow slavishly at their feet are not deserving of serene, thoughtful dissection. No, what they deserve is a vicious hatchet job delivered with all the force of Anglo Saxon terminology.
This blog has become a safety valve. A chance to vent and say what I really feel about the second rate minds who govern us. Sometimes, though, it isn’t anonymous strangers who read what we write.
Mrs Longrider chanced upon such a piece of invective yesterday. “Oh,” she said, adjusting her reading glasses. “You don’t pull your punches, do you?”
Indeed. However, don’t tell anyone, but Mrs Longrider has been known to utter the odd profanity at the BBC news, too. 
Both myself and Mr E are pretty mild-mannered in real life, as is the P-G…
DK
This doesn’t surprise me. 😉
I prefer you express yourself honestly, without feeling the need to censor your honest thoughts or emotions.
When I started my Blog, likewise I didn’t swear. Indeed I intended to keep to “the Economist” style guide. In an Early posts, Islam Karamov and Hugo Chavez were referred to as Mr. Karamov and Mr. Chavez.
Plus Tony and Co. really are an unspeakable bunch of hypocryitcal bastards and I lack the will power not to swear about them.
I’m fruitier now, and I think better for it. If you want the Economist, buy the economist! If you want the truth in all its foul-mouthed intensity, read Mr E, DK or the Dude.
Yes it does help to get it down on paper/screen. A sort of catharsis, I suppose. My problem is clearing the spittle from the screen after the occasional rant. I’m thinking of fitting windscreen wipers to the laptop.
Better out than in, I think – as has been remarked by some of my female acquaintances…
I try and restrict myself to the odd ‘bloody’and the occasional ‘bollocks’ and am amazed when some people object to these mild expletives.
I’m getting to be the other way round, really urbane and civilised through my writings but a foul-mouthed, angry wretch in real-life. I’m exactly the same as you Mark except the programme I find myself watching time and time and time again even though I hate all it stands for and despise the people present, is Newsnight Review. I am a masochist definitely