There was a time in Great Britain when use of the word "Bloody" was very offensive and not to be used in polite society. Now it is a common word often used.

The "N" word was forbidden in any public circles, but now has lost much of its power due mostly to its constant and repetitive use in rap music, concerts, and public statements, but only acceptable if uttered by black performers and commentators, still it has lost much of its shock effect.

The "Finger" is a curious symbol keeping its power through time as a blatant show of contempt and disrespect. If someone holds up their little finger at another person, even with a grimace, it's no big deal; but if they "flip the bird" and hold up their middle finger, or even worse if they hold up both middle fingers at someone, there could be a fight, or at least some angry words and very bad feelings.

Strange how feelings and connotations can attach to what would be no more than scratching of the head or waving hello, goodbye, or "OK." This is the dilemma in which humanity finds itself. Enslaved by conditioned ignorance of symbolism, nurtured and passed down through the ages—wrecking friendships, families, communities, and even nations.

Now, we have the clear potential for a new casualty—the "F" word. How can we save it? How can we rescue it from the ravages of overuse and quiet acceptance when even public figures and high officials are beginning to use it?

Will there be nothing left to shock us and rouse up our collective indignation? I think not. It's already too late. The "F" word is dying and soon will take its place in the graveyard of common words and phrases. It's just another shady utterance which, though, it may cause a few less invites and a quiet loss of respect for those who venture to use it in "polite" society. So how can that society make too big a fuss when they all know they use it in private, even at home, and though they admonish their children not to "talk like that," they hardly realize nor care that the children repeat what they often hear at home from their parents and from most of the other kids who hear it from their own parents?

What does it all mean? How should I know? I just thought all this would make a good article and finally be awarded a Pulitzer Prize, which I have deserved for so long—not only for my superb, rare, and in-depth writing, but most of all, yes most of all, for my supreme humility.