The working title of this piece had nothing to do with the text, but I left it in anyway.  Its actually the title of an old George Jones song written long ago by Roger Ferris about a man who was mourning his divorce and the death of Elvis while drinking whiskey out of a glass shaped like Fred Flintstone.  The value of such nonsense is that it puts me in the mood to write stupid stuff.  Afterall, thats what I do!

Over time, as a society changes, new meanings are assigned to some lucky or unlucky words.  The ubiquitous use of the perjorative “fag” for instance is a perfect example of the social process of assigning new meaning to a word.  As a child when I heard the phrase “fagged out” it simply meant tired or exhausted.  In Great Britian fag refers to a cigarette or more accurately, the smoked…