Acromagnusly gigantatious words keep rolling out on the blogs.

"What aprodigiosum is Peter writing today, I thought as I..." said Robert in a comment on Peter's blog.

Why couldn't he just have said, "What accusations is Peter writing today..."?

Language is about communication. Do people use big, obscure words to make them look smart?

Okay, I admit that I had to look this word up to see what the fuck Robert was talking about.

I think some people use big, obscure words to baffle an opponent in an argument.

In the above comment Robert was talking about abortion. He left a comment on Richard's Bass Bag* that said, "You look like a man that knows a lot of things. Can I ask you if the right for a mother to kill the baby in her womb is written into the USA constitution. Peter and I are squabbling over this.
That "Toi toi pinot gris" is very nice."

The Toi Toi pinot gris might have tasted nice but it did have the side effect of quelling the big words. Good stuff, that pinot, no matter what Peter says.

I wonder if this stuff quells 
big words too?

Like all Catholics, Robert says that abortion is murder. This is a hurtful statement that sweeps away everything with the same broom. I say it is hurtful because it doesn't take into account everyone's circumstances. Here's a little story...

John had just finished a busy day and was contemplating an early night because he was quite tired. 

John

John had been erecting a metal shelving unit with the aid of his rubber mallet. 

John lived with his wife but was a happy man today because he had his young grandson Brett staying the night. The five year old boy had been very interested in the job John was doing and grandad had showed him how to hold the tools and how to use the mallet. It was a sturdy, heavy tool, so John showed the boy how to be very careful with it. 

As Brett was happily playing in his bedroom, John decided it was a good time to take his tools out to his workshop. From near his shed he could see his wife out by the letterbox. She was being pushed around by two young thugs who had come onto their property. When I say young, these were big guys in about their twenties. They were shouting obscenities at her and demanding money. They seemed to be high on something. Fortunately John had read all the Jack Reacher books and knew how to fight with a hammer. He dropped all his other tools but kept the mallet and moved quickly towards his wife. She was now on the ground and one thug was kicking her. 

John had no time to think, he just acted. He moved in closely, the thugs didn't seem to notice him at first, and he rammed the mallet twice, and as hard as he could, into the first thug's face. John was aware of him going down. He quickly swung the mallet and caught the second thug on the shoulder. It obviously hurt. He quickly rammed his weapon into this guy's gut. He was in pain and he sort of limped off in a half run. He disappeared down the road. 

The guy on the ground was still. His thug days were over. In fact, all his days were over. John helped his wife up and called the police. For some strange reason, John thought of women in some states of the USA who were unable to get an abortion in some desperate situations. He looked at his mallet, which was still in his right hand, and thought about how lucky he had been that day. 

* the original bass bagging site