The English Language
Warning: This concerns only BBC, not Shakespeare. There is something about the English language that is both calming and unnerving at the same time. You see, people seem to revel at its greatness, regardless. Just look at BBC for instance. If there’s such a thing as cloud porn or just plain porn (I hate to say the unmentionables here ); listening to BBC is like listening to “audible porn”. It doesn’t matter what the News tells you, whether it’s about the unacceptable atrocities of the War in Iraq, Syria, Kabul, etc or the heart-wrenching treatment of Muslim women in the world or women as a whole. The words spoken are spoken with panache, with flair; a sense of controlled prose or poetry even when what is being said deals with horror or abuse. The way it’s being said is as if “Everything will be alright as long as we’re saying it. Correctly.” It kind of gives us a false security. A little about me: Besides being a nagger at home, my mother was a lawyer and a certified orator in school...
