While watching a vocabulary-building cartoon show with my grandson, I was fascinated by a segment where they asked kids for their favorite word. (These were real children, not the cartoon variety.) They all instantly fired back a favorite word. No hesitation. Ah, to be young, and live in an uncomplicated world, and not over-think everything.
Do you have a favorite word? Or is that like trying to pick a favorite child? I can’t choose a favorite word, any more than I can choose a favorite song or book or movie. There is a word, though, that I love, and quite a forlorn little vagabond it is. It mostly sits abandoned in a seldom-trod corner of the dictionary, where respectable people no longer wander. I’m taking this word by the hand now, dusting it off, scrubbing its face, putting fresh clothes on it, and presenting it to you for your edification and consideration. Submitted for your approval and adoption: rebuke.
I’m not sure why this word has fallen into disuse, though I have some theories. It’s not because there isn’t an abundant supply of idiots who desperately need a good rebuking. I know quite a collection of them myself; I’m sure you do, too. Right off the top of my head, I can think of 535 of them that go by the collective name of Congress. Why aren’t we rebuking those ne’er-do-wells, who so abundantly deserve it?