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wotd: lucre

lucre \LOO-kuhr\, noun:
Monetary gain; profit; riches; money; -- often in a bad sense.

Filthy lucre jumps readily to mind. I don't know that I've ever heard the word lucre without the qualifier filthy. So I googled it. It's the name the reformed (!) Sex Pistols used for their 1996 tour; it's got 4 definitions on Urban Dictionary; it's the title of a book (subtitled Economics for People Who Hate Capitalism) available on Amazon; it's the name of a band featuring L.A. Guns vocalist Phil Lewis. And it's origins are from the Bible, Titus 1:11, American Standard Version:
whose mouths must be stopped; men who overthrow whole houses, teaching things which they ought not, for filthy lucre's sake.

and 1 Timothy 3:3, King James Bible:
Not given to wine, no striker, not greedy of filthy lucre; but patient, not a brawler, not covetous;

Filthy lucre. I sure would love to have my financial woes easily remedied, but I won't teach what I ought not just for money, and I'm not greedy. I just want to climb out of this debt honestly and be able to pay my grocery bill with cash. That's all.

And buy yarn.

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