Itsokay, Victor.  Annoyance is not even a word that I can describe with all
this b.s.

I've been told by linguist friends that if you really want to do insult
someone, Russian and Spanish are magnificent. It may be Castilian, but
isn't there some idiom refers to someone as the descendant of ten
thousand generations of unborn slime.

Whenever possible, I improvise on some of the lines of Winston
Churchill.  For the current squabbles, I am reminded of how John Wilkes
answered the Earl of Sandwich's remark "Egad, sir, I do not know if you
will die on the gallows or of a loathsome disease."

"That depends, Sir, on whether I embrace your principles or your
mistress."

Leo Rosten wrote the Joys of Yinglish, of how Yiddish drifts into
English [1]. A wonderful book, and with many colorful expressions. My
favorite Yinglish curse has a delayed effect: "Whenever, in your life,
that you suffer injustice, may you always be in the right."

[1] Many languages drift into others, some more gently than others.
   Another linguist commented that English doesn't just borrow words
   from other languages, but ambushes languages in dark alleys,
   hits them over the head, and rifles their pockets for vocabulary.

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