Anything you say may be used against you

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Anything you say may be used against you

  You talk seriously, they laugh. You crack a joke, and they look at you with a straight face.  In the first case, you wonder if they misunderstood you or if they’re just making fun of you. In the second, you’re still wondering if they understood you or not, and worse, if you’re just plain not funny.  Whether you’re speaking French, English, Spanish, Chinese, German, or Hebrew (like I do), or baby talk, the communications pipes between you and you interlocutor are not always clean.  Language is an important tool.  If you’ve got something to say, you need to know how to say it.  If you don’t know how to say it, then either you don’t say it, and that’s not very useful, or you say it and it doesn’t quite come out as planned.  In both cases, you’re pretty much screwed.  Whether it is at home, at work, at school, in a bar, in bed, with friends, with lovers, or enemies, the words you speak will carry you through life.  They will determine the roads you take and the experiences you will live.  You need to know the right terms to use, when to use them, and as many as possible ways to say it.  What you say will affect you throughout the course of your life, and if it doesn’t, chances are you’re born dead or mute.

  As soon as we come out of our mother’s womb, baby talk starts for us.  Baby talk starts for everyone around us too, because no one around understands what the heck it is we want.  For example, why do you think the majority of us cry when we come out? We don’t want to get out, that’s why.  Back inside, we lead the great life: central heating, spa, room service on tap.  Who would ever want to give that up?  And why do they make us come out if we know that we’ll end up dead one day.  Don’t they care about us?  They don’t even ask us if we’d like to come out.  They just pull us out, torturing our moms in the process.  We’re so mad that either we don’t talk to anyone for a about year, or drive them nuts making them figure out what the heck we’re babbling about.  And we also cry for hours a day, regurgitate everything they try to make us swallow, and piss and moan, literally.  I’m telling you: no one wins in that birth thing.  But does anyone really listen to what we have to say?  Not really.  They just smile and nod.  No one understands us.  Okay well maybe our moms, and that’s pretty much it.  After all, we were in this together from the start.  Everyone was standing there, when she gave birth, watching the both of us suffer.  I think that’s why there’s that special maternal bond that links a mom to her child.  She’s often the only one who can figure out what we’re asking for when we can’t stop crying, and also when we try to form our first words.  It’s mostly a dialogue for the deaf when we try to talk to anyone else besides our mom, during our first few years.  Our moms just need to look into our eyes, to understand… that we want to suck on their nipples.

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  The next big step is adolescence.  That’s when a whole new language naturally invades our body, soul, and mind.  It is the international language of looove.  That’s when we’ve stopped sucking on our mom’s nipples, now that she is fat and unattractive after 3 or 4 pregnancies, and start looking for new nipples.  In the early stages, we start flirting with and courting the opposite sex (or with the same sex, whichever suits you.  Gay activists, calm down please), and forget every single word in the dictionary in the process.  Words are not that important when you hit ...

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