As the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words, and your selections are worth even more.

I wrote this a couple days ago, before I read your piece. I like yours better, but... here is mine

It took 400 years, but we’re vomiting up words. Finally, our brains are rejecting words. Words that won’t go down. Words that won’t stay down. Words we can’t choke down anymore. Bad, spoiled, rotten words are making us so sick, we’re drowning in word vomit. Worse yet, more words are the only remedy being offered.

Holy shit. I forgot. Forensics is applied to two different activities. One usage applies to the autopsy of a human body. The second applies to debate – as in, the autopsy of language.

I’m as sick as everyone else, but here I am, dissecting language.

Suddenly, I have this image of myself digging through word vomit. Like a fucking archeologist, I’m hunting for clues, trying to figure out what the Hell happened here, why did these people go extinct? Not these people. MY people. We – Americans - are on the brink of self-destruction and before I die, I want to know the G-d Damn fucking reason.