The wor(l)d as it is

Jumpin’ Jimmy Christmas, I just entered “How do you say fucked in the ass in Hindi” and in .67 seconds (!>?) I have the Hindi text, the gloss pronunciation (not in the international spelled alphabet which I hate so bad.  SO VERY DeRANGeDLY. I could be persuaded that it would be a bad idea to kill the fuckers who invented it, them and all their waste-canister friends, but in marked up but recognizable English plus a rather convulsing rendition of it in a woman’s mechanical voice.)

Given a choice between editing that sentence, which could wring pity from an abandoned kitten, and deleting it, I’m going to just leave it there. If there are flies on the internet, they will soon gather.

I suppose there will be an unanswered question.  Research.  It’s for the novel.  I hope to god I won’t need it.

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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