English is a crazy language, but I love it.
It's a mad bastard language; a cobbling together of Germanic Anglo-Saxon syntax as a skeleton but with vocabulary from EVERYWHERE. Mostly the words were stolen from various Romance languages but English words literally come from all over. So there's no standardized phonetic spelling, half the verbs are conjugated irregularly, and because of its rich heritage and theft of other languages there are like eighteen terms for any one concept and it's hard to express the differences. Or there's a word like "set" that seriously means like 47 different things depending on the context it is used in.
There's simply no other language like it. There's others that are perhaps equally mad in their own right, but none mad the way that English is mad. English is mad like some patchwork Frankenstein monster that is at the same time beautiful and vulgar.
Also? I love English because English was the language of a forgotten, beaten and defeated people. So downtrodden that the Anglo-Saxon terms for simple bodily functions were deemed "bad" words (fuck, shit, piss) while their Latin-based counterparts (fornicate, defecate, urinate) were made acceptable. The English people at one point were ruled by people that spoke French. The English king didn't even speak English. That's low.
Today? EVERYONE speaks English. Or thinks they do. So all the haters back then AND now can eat a dick. Or, if that's bad words, "consume a phallus."
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