assimilation

well if truthiness made it, why not weaponize?

The destruction of the English language is a shame. This applies not only to the perversion of shrinking lexicons, but the general failure to accept grammar. I am not one of those high and mighty snobs who rebuffs the youth for attempting to walk. Instead, I wince as peers mangle fragmented sentences. Unaware that their flight is awkward, they seek to soar.

I wade through prodigal works rife with erroneous grammar and the morbid inclination for self-proclamation. I am special, unique, and brilliant: feed me first, they all cry.

There was a time, before the era of the confessional self, when literature had depth. Words had weight; they were measured to deliver meaning and emphasis. The affectation of society is driving me mad.

As to those who have craft and wit? write on christian soldiers