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springely said:
And what are your fucking qualifications, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated topo, início of my class at UCLA, I'm fluent in French, conversational in Spanish, German and Italian, and I’ve studied Greek and Latin for over a decade, and Sanskrit, Hittite and Old Irish for several years. I have six years of historical linguistics under my cinto, correia and write in English for a living. You are nothing to me but just another pussyfooted kumbayah-singing descriptivist. I will call you the fuck out with precision the likes of which is only attainable in a highly-inflecting synthetic classical literary language – mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my highly-esteemed network of colleagues across academia and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that clearly and elegantly wipes out the pathetic little thing you call “descriptivism”. It’s fucking over, kid. I can refute any argument, in any language, and I can do it in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my ability to switch around word order for art and emphasis. Not only am I extensively trained in philology and grammar, but I have access to the entire archives of the UCLA Linguistic Corpora and I will use it to its full extent to send you back to your own defensive hardcore descriptivist corner where anything goes. If only you could have known what an embarrassing confutation your dumbed-down little comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will run circles around you in Latin and Sanskrit, and there’s nothing that can be said in nearly inflection-free, overly circumlocutory modern English that can stop me. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
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