G.O.P-Funk; The Doo-Doo Manifesto
The Language Wars had commenced. Verbs, if uttered around certain people, were subject to the death penalty. Get caught mouthing a noun out loud and it's the pillory; besmirch a consonant and prepare yourself for five to ten in a Sensory Deprivation Prison—no sounds, no sensations, no nuthin'.
G.O.P-Funk; The Doo-Doo Manifesto
FUNKADELIC One Nation Under A Groove (Warner Bros.) BRIDES OF FUNKENSTEIN (Atlantic)
by Joe Fernbacher
The Language Wars had commenced. Verbs, if uttered around certain people, were subject to the death penalty. Get caught mouthing a noun out loud and it's the pillory; besmirch a consonant and prepare yourself for five to ten in a Sensory Deprivation Prison—no sounds, no sensations, no nuthin'. The Technocrats had found that language had been a constant source of confusion and trouble for humanity. It was too vague, too imprecise. So it had been eliminated. All except for the official State Vocabulary List, that is, containing 5,000 computer approved entries. These were the only words allowed; all others were illegal.