All right. You and I have had our falling outs in the past, but we've been able to work through them. After all, we're together pretty much constantly. I've come to be comfortable with your flaws and to appreciate your strengths. I've even defended you once or twice. Get to know him better, I've said. Sure, I've said, his quirks can be demanding and hard to live with, but at heart he's a good guy, and what's more, a whole lot of fun. (All right, I admit I've laughed at a few of the jokes at your expense, but come on - the whole "ghoti" = "fish" thing was funny, and you know it.) I've seen you abused. I've felt pain for the indignities and humiliations you daily endure. I know that a lot of your problems stem from having a strange and troubled past, and really aren't your fault at all.
But not having a good equivalent for mama de is inexcusable.
Fuck you, English language, you ponderous, illogical, Latin-cognate ridden, Indo-European son of a bitch!
Oh, you've got no qualms about picking up the occasional noun or adjective, or anything else that you already have a perfectly good equivalent for. But useful grammatical constructs? No-o-o-o, you're way too uppity for those.
You deserved what Finnegan's Wake did to you, you whore.
Context should be read and enjoyed.