The Holy Shit, Man Walks on Fucking Moon headline-picture reminds me of when I was in junior high school, and it was a very good Catholic High School in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia...and we were all taken to the art room to watch the black and white TV as this actually happened around 1969 as I recall...and we watched the reasonably clear real time event...and were all waiting for him to sink into the grey dust of a lunar dimensional hell or to be eaten by alien monsters...but this guy did actually walk on the moon! Holy Shit Man Walks on Fucking Moon! Was indeed my pure first and still remaining response. That's amazing! It still is just as fucking amazing. I learnt, from this experience, at my young age of around 16, that swearing served a good purpose when the event was of great significance. Swearing was important at such a time. It added to and enhanced memory. In many ways I do think it is clever to swear. I've tried to dissuade my kids and step-kids from just swearing all the time because this weakens the significance...if you say 'every cunt and his dog' whenever any cunt and his dog crosses your path, you lose the meaning of swearing and it becomes stale and lacklustre and it robs us of the importance of Bad Language to actually describe amazing events as the fucking amazing events they really are.