What purpose does "X" serve? NONE. There is nothing that "X" can do that a "Z" or a "ks" cannot do. Or, put another way:
"Xylophone" = "Zylophone".
But this is the last straw and therefore I am today officially starting a campaign to get rid of the letter X as a member of the alphabet.
The last straw being the latest in a series of stupid books about the alphabet. Mr Bunches loves books about the alphabet, and loves alphabets, period: he knows alphabets for fruits, vegetables plants, amoebas (probably) and lots of other things.
In the past, I have noted that most books or songs or whatevers, when confronted with what word to use to demonstrate "X", choose "xylophone" or "X-ray," but some very stupidly/confusingly choose worse, like the song that when it gets to "x" says "x is for box."
NO, IT IS NOT. Do we do that with ANY OTHER LETTER? "N" is for "lion." STUPID.
But this book which Mr Bunches brought home from school today and which I read and which now has my mind doing somersaults of rage, is the aforementioned last straw:
"X is for eX"?
So they've just given up.
They're not even trying anymore.
I can just picture the person writing this book:
"Let's see, N is for Nose, good good, hmmm, V is for Vegetable, really on a roll here, what about X? ... X... X... X is for... X is for...."
*looks at watch, realizes that it's very nearly quitting time, scrawls down X is for X, goes on to live life in which he/she makes no discernible difference in anyone's life and probably also sneezes without covering his/her mouth, let's face it this is obviously a person who has no idea how societies ought to function....*
I CAN'T EVEN PICTURE THINGS PROPERLY. That was supposed to be about four zillion times meaner and more sarcastic but honestly, my mind is halfway filled just with swear words. I am TOTALLY SERIOUS about that: this has gotten me so mad that as my fingers type, my mind is just going
#(#*%&##(@#)@*(#(*%%&
over and over.
So can we FINALLY ADMIT we don't need "X"? FINALLY? And just give it up?
Or at least write angry letters to Little, Brown And Company, the publishers of "Museum ABC," from whence that travesty of an ecksample comes?
