If we compare humans to a rose bush, swearing is the thorn on the bush. My father, who lied the revolution in the 1930s, was a Kulak from the Caucasus who owned a fair hit of land. He used to say that swearing is the most preferred and loved wine on the devil's table. In this world, he would say, the grape for this wine will grow only in the Caucasus. The devil will only…
