LIttle Hawk,

First, I urge you to absorb the distinction between irony and mere sarcasm.

Second, your grandiose screeds posed from Olympian heights remind me of nothing more than Mark Twain's wife.

For one thing, Mark Twain was an inveterate but not invertebrate swearer -- swearing was in his bones.

His wife, Olivia, refined, gentle, pious, waged a continuing battle to persuade him to stop. Once in frustration she uttered a string of curse words in the hope he would realize how crude and disreputable they sounded. His reply:

                        "You know the words, my dear, but you don't know the music."