|"Bring it on, finches! I has got mad ninja skillz and I will pwn your feathery behinds. Oh you think I'm smiling? You just come here and I'll ..."|
(photo by Keith Roper)
Noun phrase. Plural bruta fulmina. Early 17th century.
[Latin, literally 'unfeeling thunderbolt' (Pliny).]
A mere noise; an ineffective act, an empty threat.
The ineffective nature of bruta fulmina has been discussed at length in my household, and it is my conviction that humans are hardwired to spot a brutum fulmen from a very early age. On car journeys, for example, my five-year-old daughter is completely unfazed by any threats to stop the vehicle, turn around and go home, or cancel the holiday for everyone. As if, Dad. However, a threat to ban treats for the rest of the day - reasonably and practically enforceable as it is - usually finds it's mark. Oh the joys of parenthood.
|Every German getaway driver's nightmare.|
(photo by Hellebardius)
Were your parents adept in the art of issuing bruta fulmina?
Do you know of a particularly vapid example of bruta fulmen?
Do please leave your most empty, impotent and unthreatening comments below.