The vulgar despise the good and beautiful. The vulgar hate the spontaneous and joyful psyche. The vulgar huddle together, marinating in their vulgarity. The vulgar insist on smearing the world with their vulgarity until the outer world is a reflection of their inner world.
Vulgarity is like the red streak on the back of a poisonous Red Back spider. Vulgarity warns us of the poison within.