Believe it or not, it was once utterly unfashionable to engage publicly in trash talk.  Prior to the so-called “women’s liberation movement,” a David Letterman and his frat-boy joke writers would have known better than to even attempt the kind of sexually perverse lines that now parade in counterfeit fashion for genuine wit.  If they had dared to go public with anything even close to Letterman’s violence-provoking line, which perversely conflated open misogyny with humor, the women would have shamed them into a shunned obscurity, worse in many ways than death.

These guys would have been persons non gratis in every social milieu in the Western world.  Even shut out of their own marriage suites for a time.

So, what in the world changed?  Why are these overgrown adolescents still employed?  Why are they folk heroes of the political left?

I was born in 1951 and graduated from a very large, very affluent suburban high school in 1969.  The first time in my life I ever heard the F-word, I was in college and happened to be in the presence of a soldier who had just returned from Vietnam.  He laced his war tales with a word I’d never heard, but that for some reason, he found extremely versatile.  He used the word in nearly every sentence, in such a variety of connotations that it was utterly impossible to discern the true meaning of it.

I finally summoned the courage to ask what the word meant, which provoked immediate, rather prolonged laughter.  A girlfriend whispered, “It means ‘screw,’” at which point I felt a bright red blush spread from forehead to toe.  But then, without my saying a single word, the F-bomb was simply dropped from the monologue, not to be repeated again.  The soldier hadn’t been raised in a barn; he had simply forgotten what it meant to be in the presence of real women.

I recently saw the F-word guy at a reunion.  We laughed a bit, remembering the incident, and he once again apologized.

A true gentleman never needs more than once with a real woman.

For many centuries, Western women dictated the decorum that gave civilization its very civility.  Men who breached this code of conduct in the presence of a woman would be socially shunned to the point of absolute ostracism.  He would be labeled a man lacking in self-control, a man not to be seen with, nor considered as a candidate for the lifelong commitment of marriage.  It was well known that a man who could not even control is own tongue would never be able to withstand the demands of fidelity to his spouse.

Not only would this half-a-man be shunned in the company of adult women, he would be kept at a distance from all children.  Women, prior to the 1960s, considered it their solemn and sacred duty to protect the innocence of children, allowing them the time necessary to be genuine children, who needed to spend their time learning and developing their bodies, not embroiled in premature sexual inquisitiveness.  To this end, children were closely guarded and protected from the likes of trash-talking men and loose women.

But the 1960s radicals changed all that for much of America.

It isn’t at all hard to see how this happened.  Young women on college campuses of the 1960s became hapless tools of a communist-inspired revolution aimed at destroying the very fabric of American society and culture.  These women, in the name of a collective pursuit of “liberation,” became the willing pawns of a movement to destroy the handholds of all that made our civilization strong.  And the very first thing these women did was to abandon the ubiquitous social dictums of language in “mixed company” (both sexes).  These early militant “feminists” began a steadfast march into the lingual gutters that would have challenged even the most hardened barroom-brawl talk, all for their tacky little revolution.

These 60s radical women were out to show the world that they could be every bit as profane, as vile, and as sexually perverse as their half-a-man male companions.

Once the language fell to perversion, these women set out to destroy all which separated sexual promiscuity from social acceptance.  In the name of the “collective,” which was to replace family alliances with dependence upon the all-encompassing state, these militant “feminists” set about to depersonalize sexual relations.  All things “Bourgeois” were to be dumped as relics upon the trash heap of a defeated-from-within America.  Personal loyalties, such as love, were to be forcefully overcome by “smashing monogamy.”  Group orgies, bi-sexual and homosexual mating became the forced new model for the radicals.  They indulged in “Wargasms,” and “national orgies.”

And forty years later we have David Letterman blithely “joking” about the raping of a 14 year old child to the bawdy applause of the leftists and the hordes they’ve spawned and properly indoctrinated for gutter living.

Whatever else one might say about “progressives,” returning a once-quite-civilized culture to barbarian standards in no way exemplifies genuine progress.

From barbarianism we have come.  To barbarianism we are fast returning.  And leftist women have led the way, paved the path and now wallow in their uncivilized world the way hogs wallow in their slop.