“Imbecile”.
It’s less a swear, more an insult, though I use it as a factual statement. It describes so many people so well. It’s idiocy and stupidity combined and distilled to its purest form of utterly revolting mental and moral simplicity.
If ever I call you this, please understand that I consider you to be less valuable than the grime stuck between the grooves of the soles of my boots. You would be the most worthless piece of matter I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of being made aware of. If I were to be a connoisseur of the most vile and putrid excrement, you would be the crusted dregs solidified to the point of being more hardy than the barrel of fecal matter you’d rightfully belong in, and the mere concept of your existence would drive me to madness and despair.
It is a beautiful word, is it not?
