You ever see the movie "Falling Down"? You know that part where the Captain tells Prendergast he doesn't like him? "I don't trust a cop that doesn't swear."
I don't trust a programmer that doesn't swear; it means they are not in the proper mindset, have the proper motivation, or the proper passion for the craft to be writing a single damned line of code.
If it takes you four days to reach that point, you're in the wrong huffing business!
But as Patton would say, it must be eloquent profanity. A programmer without profanity couldn't code their way out of a piss soaked paper bag with a hole in the bottom.
Hence why we are overrun by mind-numbingly asshat ignorant bullshit like jQuery, bootcrap, SCSS, React, vuejs, and a host of other dipshit chazerei; but don't you DARE speak out against the code bloat, increased difficulty of development and maintenance, specificity hell, or all the other monuments to ignorance that have become the bread and butter of the soft-spoken "can't we all be nice and not use any naughty words" camel-mannered tunic-wearing mollycoddles -- the LOT of whom coast by on as little effort, knowledge, learning, passion OR compassion has possible... or worse, learning the wrong things just because they don't know any better.
Again see bootcrap whose snake oil peddling continues to dupe nubes and rubes alike into thinking that writing two to ten times the markup and as much custom CSS as you'd have without it -- ALL whilst pissing on the very purpose of both HTML and CSS -- is somehow magically "easier". BULLCOOKIES!
The truly great programmers? For all intents and purposes they are Sith lords. The hate is swelling in you now. Give in to your anger. Use your aggressive feelings, boy. Let the hate flow through you!
... and if you don't, well, let's just say you will pay the price for your lack of vision.
That or take Blade's advice. Use it. Use it... USE IT!!!
You get a little angry, and leverage it you'll be shooting though your code like crap through a goose, like shit through a tin horn. Someone else saddles you with bekaptah nonsense, you give it back to them double-dirty. Might not sound nice to some little old ladies at an afternoon tea-party, but it will help people to remember.
As to the types of statements I make... well, by Joe, I just get caught up in my own eloquence.
... and as our blessed St. George told us, worship the sun, but pray to Joe Pesci.
-- edit -- Oh and listening to Slayer or Cannibal Corpse can help keep you in the right mindset.