Ban The N-Word

We should ban The N-Word.  Not the word it stands for, but the term “The N-Word”.  We shouldn’t be using the word it stands for either, it’s a deplorable word, but at least you can say it without sounding like a fucking nine year old.  “The N-Word” is childish and it is stupid.  It’s politically correct, double-plus ungood gibberish and it accomplishes nothing.  Every time some pretty boy fuckwit says “The N-Word” on a newscast we all know what he means.  So why not either say it or talk like a fucking adult and say something like “vulgar racial slur”?  Too easy?  Not descriptive enough?  “Vulgar racial slur” could mean anything after all, and we really need to know exactly what that Kramer guy said that one time.

Except we don’t.  All that matters is that that Kramer guy outed himself as a racist.  All that matters is that he flew off the handle and repeatedly threw out a specific racial slur at a couple members of his audience.  Exactly which racial slur is just titillation and completely unimportant.

But I’m getting away from the point, which is that “The N-Word” is stupid and childish and when you use it, it sounds like you’re telling on someone.  Which is something that shouldn’t happen after about the sixth grade, so grow the fuck up and talk like an adult.


Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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