Beagles speaks of the third person plural and not his peculiar Them organization that rules pretty much everything, but does so modestly by indirection. It is a group of fabulously powerful folk who could just take over the world, but how much more fun it is to try to outsmart the freeholder of Beaglesonia and try to make him do things, while he is constantly on the canny lookout for Their aims and does his best to do the other thing. I suppose it passes time for Them and the freeholder. Perhaps the canny one suspected that I was under the influence of Them in trying to get him to discuss them, and that is why he is suddenly concerned with grammar.
I suspect the company commander was trying to bluff. I think the fact that he knew that they knew who they were implies that he too knew who they were, and so they had better watch their step Buster. Not Buster, I believe in the army they use the term Mister, but not in the respectful way that it is used in the civilian world, but with a sting. That's what I think from watching the movies anyway.
The second person plural was dropped from English for reasons known only to wiki and I am not going there this morning. Youse is a perfectly good substitute (though it sounds kind of Brooklyn, nor that I have ever been to Brooklyn, but I have seen movies about it), as is the charming you all of the south, and the chummy you uns of southern Illinois. The term I favor is you guys.
Guys is a peculiar word. Singularly it means a male but collectively, as in you guys, it could mean a group of males or males and females, or I daresay females only.
I remember you suck the same way Beagles does, back in the day it was a shortened version of, excuse me you guys who might be ladies, you suck dick. Somewhere along the line it lost that connotation and became a mild generic insult, and the younguns of today speak it with no sense of its lurid lineage, and if we try to tell them they think we are crazy old farts.
How did we senior citizens ever get to be known as farts? I wonder if that's true in other languages.
The Comey hearings weren't as much fun as I thought they would be. They were ok. His tale of leaking his own documents was intriguing and his story of being alone in the green room with the orange one was riveting. The pro Trump reps were well behaved which was disappointing. A big disappointment was the lack of tweets from offstage (Although the first tweet of the morning has just come over the transom at 6:30 this morning. Still that is like 48 hours of restraining his tiny thumbs which is more than I thought he had in him.). Everybody's favorite grumpy grampa, McCain, did a cameo of a confused old fart. See that's where a whispered voice over would have been nice, because at first I was worried that maybe there was something wrong with me that I didn't understand him, and it wasn't until the postgame that I learned that nobody understood him.
Afterwards that prick Ryan, who used to be so principled (hah!) and anti-Trump defended the amber asshole by saying well he was new on the job so how could he know that he wasn't supposed to try to bribe and threaten the head of the FBI. I mean C'mon. After They assassinate Trump and Pence I hope They don't stop there.
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