re: #103 Backwoods_Sleuth

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One of the goobers piously proclaimed that there were no “cuss words” in middle school library books when he was a kid. Well, that may be in Bugtussle or Fluvanna or whatever back-of-beyond hell hole he is from, but in the advanced metropolis of Lubbock, where I went to middle school (ca. 1962), our library had B. Traven’s novel The Treasure of Sierra Madre, which included this exchange, eventually made famous in a bowdlerized Hollywood version:

“All right,” Curtin shouted back. “If you are the police, where are your badges? Let’s see them.”
“Badges, to god-damned hell with badges! We have no badges. In fact, we don’t need badges. I don’t have to show you any stinking badges, you god-damned cabrón and chinga tu madre!”