Twelve Angry Words

As the current idiomatic heritage is passed to posterity, there seems a strong tendency not only to withhold correction, but also to bestow complete approbation and to characterize a blunder in speech as simply a respectable mode of expression or reflection of individuality, as opposed to a true, genuine, and wholly incorrect screw-up. The blooper reel of the human mind is certainly full of these, and for sure, there’s no shame in that, though I fear certain words may not survive the massacre of language that occurs today with alarmingly rare objection. In the years since I came of age and took to heart the subtleties of accurate usage, the beauty of language, and the true eloquence revealed by those who craft their manner of expression with care and conscience, these are a few of the words that have stood out to me (or perhaps whose ruin has just left me personally the most peevish), twelve with good reason to be irate, for they are the orphaned and abused, living in the foxholes of the English lexicon. They are linguistic piñatas, continually thrashed in the mosh pit of mental laziness by members of nearly every social stratum. Perhaps I put too much