>Shakespeare was literally making his eras tits, ass, and dick jokes to be performed for the dregs of society in forums where everyone stood in the mud. This is fact.
Not sure where you get your facts from since you were not around at the time to observe. Nevertheless, I will allow your contention - but he still did it with a far greater affinity for expressive language than you. His facility for language makes you look less than a caveman.
William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
‘T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
Indeed. And Shakespeare understood more of the divine character and attributes than most of us alive today.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T. S. Eliot
……………………..
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
>So Q was as LARP this whole time?
Q's purpose is to wake up dummies so that they are ables to discern for themselves and have no need to ask others to tell them what to think and do.
Genetic entropy…sorry for your loss.