I Implores You to Read This Blog Post
My brother was always a very smart person. Growing up, he could always come up with the best arguments. He could sometimes even win an argument against my dad, which I thought was almost impossible. Anyway, I attributed his brightness as the reason why he was and still is such a grammar freak. The first time I noticed this was when I was watching him play the video game Red Dead Redemption (one of my personal favorites) on the Xbox 360.
Red Dead Redemption takes place around the year 1890 and is about a former criminal named John Marston who is forced to find his old friends, who are still criminals, in order to save his family. In one of the first cut scenes John Marston finds one of his old friends, Bill Williamson, and tries to convince him to turn himself in. At some point during the conversation John Marston says “Bill, I implore you think about this.” To which his former friend replies, “You implore me? You implore me. . . . I implores you to go back and tell them to send someone just a little bit more impressive next time.”
My brother let out a huge sigh, and the look on his face was just that of pure annoyance and anger. I knew that he would have no trouble at all taking that villain down. I also knew that I was definitely not as much of a grammar freak as he was, or so I thought.
Just this past summer I was watching a series on Netflix called Hell on Wheels, another western, and in this particular episode (season 4, episode 4) a woman preacher named Ruth preaches a sermon about loving one’s neighbor. She explains that she has failed in loving one of her neighbors and at the end of this slightly guilt ridden speech she says “And I do not deserve salvation! None of us does.”
That really didn’t sound right to me. In fact, it sounded so wrong that I slammed my fist on the pillow beside me and shouted “None of us DO!” at the screen. And that’s how I found out how much of a language freak I really am. To me, if it just doesn’t sound right, it grates on the ears, really bad, like to the point where I have to complain to somebody about it. It’s just that, when people don’t speak correctly it almost makes them sound like they’re uneducated. And I don’t like to think that about people, so I wind up trying to convince myself to give this person the benefit of the doubt. After all, just because a person talks like he or she is uneducated doesn’t mean that he or she actually is uneducated, but still I’d rather spend my time convincing myself of other things that do not involve giving someone the benefit of the doubt because of their bad use of language, so please, people, please, I’m begging you to speak well.