Black humor is humor … true. A blitzkrieg of the King’s and pidgin English
upon a balkanized globe’s dialogues has been too often nightmarish!
After Greek, English is only the world’s second lingua franca. A rich vocabulary
and easy rhymes are at home in song … psalm … prose … or poetry.
The richest tongue (by word count) owes its extreme wealth to fortuitously heavy
borrowing from other tongues … and the quirks of His timing … uncanny.
And now the Islamic State taunts and haunts Twitter from the relative safety
of a cybernetic perch, high atop … the lofty tree … of precious liberty.
To wit: With more English-speaking Chinese than there are Americans probably,
there are more Chinese than American wits, knowing a twit, from a tweet.
Tweet is commonly understood, but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter
or taunt. Hmm; curiously, our host … is Twitter … not Tweeter.
Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit, an intriguing riddle, isn’t the point. It’s the truth
of black humor that makes black humor … bruise … and humor, too!