I'm not sure what happened to people named Daryl and Ferris and Virginia. They seemed to have disappeared along with the refined intellectual hick personifications associated with them... like it just wasn't cool anymore to be named in such a way. Maybe they never really existed. Maybe they did, but those where not their real names. They appeared to just fade away, sometime I think after the not so Civil War. It took a couple of generations... ways die with people who project them. Many people died in the not so Civil War. Bartholomew and Terrence, Paul Terrence, and Monroe can be found notched in grave stones strewn about over-grown cemeteries near Mason-Dixon drawn lines. Time moved slower then. People took the time to spell out and pronounce a full name... including the middle ones. Somewhere, some when that became passe. I think it would be cool to start packing a full load of vowel and consonants again:
"Hello, my name is Richard Monroe Dustin. I am the son of one Ruth Madeline Dustin whose egg embraced one persistent sperm donated in a frenzied passion by another three named individual who remains unidentified to this day, thus I stand here before you versus not. I'm very pleased to meet you."
Could we take the time to un-tag ourselves in that manner, a forced practiced eloquence before the next uncivil action occurs?
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