Butchering the language

I've got a major issue with people who cannot speak properly. I find that someone's communication skills easily gives away the type of people they are. For example, some cunt I know won't stop butchering the English language; uses the wrong words, misplaces words in sentences, wrong conjugations, etc... Everytime this cunt opens her mouth, all I want to go is break her teeth in. I played cards with her once, and when we had to drop a card except for one person she wouldn't stop repeating "about you" instead of saying "except you". I corrected her once or twice, yet she constantly fucks up!

I find that if someone is incapable of communicating properly verbally, it makes the tasks of others around that much more difficult. We all have had that moment where we all look at each other, hoping somebody understood what the moron just tried to say. I find it somewhat offensive that somebody would keep going down that line too. The girl mentionned above just came back from Cancun where some guy who wanted to get into her pants told her she had flawless english. The bitch actually believed him. I can understand if you're new to the language that you may have some difficulties speaking it, but the way I see it, if I'm speaking a new language, I speak slowly and try to ask around to make sure I'm saying things properly. I won't fucking speak quickly and never strive to get better.

This is often reflected in Quebecois I find. When you listen to a Quebecois speak, and you pick up on all the ridiculous swear words that pops out of the semen infested mouth of theirs from their ridiculous Jean-Luc Mongrain which they've been sucking on for decades you can see a lack of education. I had a bad experience having to be stuck next to one of these dickheads when I went to see a hockey game not too long ago. This uneducated piece of vaginal-"in that week"-discharge somehow believed that muttering under his breath insults and insights on what to do next would actually change the outcome of the game. Between almost every word, you could hear him swearing. Somewhere down the line, maybe this constant swearing about God and how God is fucking things up might just have turned some Quebecois into lazy-"it isn't my fault, it's God's fucking fault"-pricks.

I find that those who don't put in the effort to learn to communicate properly are often the ones causing all the trouble in the first place. They often make uneducated guess' and assumptions. Back to the stinking fajita-for-a-brain I mentionned before, I had to explain to her that a cellphone which is compatible with iTunes doesn't make it an iPod. She wouldn't stop saying that in the phone was an iPod. In the end, her ridiculously idiotic mind never comprehended what I was saying and it turned out I was simply wasting my time trying to explain or educate her on the subject. For her, iTunes=iPod. "About you"...up yours!