I just read Christopher Hitchen’s essay A Very, Very; Dirty
Word, published in Slate Magazine of July 2004.
In this essay Hitchen opines on the phrase Fuck Off,
claiming it was a legacy of the
I am not saying that Hitchen was totally out of touch with
the world outside of elite Washington and Britain, and I do not know how he
dissected the roots and origin of Fuck Off; but I distinctly remember Fuck You
and the bird as a part of the 60’s revolution in this country (remembering Easy
Rider) – and a young girl in San Francisco yelled Fuck You at me in the airport
when I returned from Viet Nam (along with: how many babies have you killed?)
and I replied Fuck Off.
Now, I claim all the variations of the Fuck word as
primarily American.
Anyone my age can
remember George Carlin’s seven words you can’t say on television:
Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker and Tits.
‘The good churchgoing people’ were scandalized at Carlin’s proclamation
that these words existed, much less that someone would dare to utter them in
public; while the flower generation picked up on them and unpretentiously
wielded them for the shock factor they knew they could effect.
Actually this day and age I find the Fuck variations, along
with bitch, cunt and bastard colorless and trite. I actually think arcane Britain may
have coined better, more colorful expressions of disgusts and contempt – Or at
least the author Ariana Franklin did in her book Mistress of the Art of
Death. (If you have not read Ariana
Franklin you have missed a great mystery read in the era of King Henry II - circa 12th. century.)
In her book the female doctor Adelia is being held captive
by a necked man wearing deer antlers and sporting and erection – Adelia defused
the situation by unleashing a series of insult (curses): calling him a stinking
crap-hound; a turd-mouth; stench-sucking lummox; dressed like a dog’s beef; son
of a pox-ridden sow, and a betty-buttered mother’s boy; a jelly bag; snot-faced; arse-licking; goat fucking; bum-bellied; farting; turd-breathed apology. (She left out Shakespeare’s cream-faced
loon.)
The book is a great mystery read, but like the
dictionary when I was young, I couldn’t help but latch on the ‘rude words’
section.
I know I am not the first to express this, but there are few
enough words in the English language to emphasize expression, and no word
should be forbidden (censored.) ... and damnit - fuck off is ours.
Or in a more British vernacular:
Off we Fuck then,
the Ol’Buzzard













