Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo has finally had enough. He has tried for a long time to stifle his sensibilities, to bite his tongue, to be tolerant and to otherwise keep his head down and not rock the boat, but he simply can’t stand to see such decadence, debauchery and moral anarchy anymore:
Yes, I’m talking about marzipan. The word is NOT pronounced, “MAR-ZEE-pan“, dammit. It’s “MAR-zə-pan“.
Oh, I know that as soon as I hit the “publish” button I’m going to be inundated with insults, threats and howls of outrage from the tiny but very vocal “Pro-Zee” crowd. There’ll be Facebook rants, boycotts, petitions for my banning from these Innertoobs and, probably, even hate-crime prosecution. I’ll become a hissing and a byword, just one more example of the eeeeevil, reactionary haters that must be expunged from Society before the Brave New World can properly get down to business.
But you know what? Truth is Truth and even where Right becomes unfashionable, it’s still Right. If I must needs go to the gallows or the wall for it, I will.
Vive le Schwa!