Bad Is Good

Two Sundays ago, my Dad went to church dressed in a beautiful black suit with a white shirt and a black bow tie (I won't expressly refer to it as a tuxedo) and he looked absolutely resplendent in the well-tailored outfit which perfectly complemented his already impressive looks.
Just in case you aren't aware, my Dad is a preacher, so as he mounted the pulpit to deliver the Word (note I didn't say 'the sermon'), he was the cynosure of all eyes, and I doubt it was simply because they eager to receive the divine message...especially the females, you need to have seen how they hung on to every single word that was spewed from his lips. I mean, when he-who-is-greater-than-George Clooney (let me prop my Pop, jare) stands before a hall jam-packed with more women than men folk, you can try to picture the attention he'll command.
All eyes trailed him as he paced back and forth - with that unique swagger that only men of his distinguished caliber possess - around the auditorium, 'rightly dividing the Word of Truth with a mastery stemming from in-depth study and divine revelation, and ministering in the Spirit with power. (if you aren't really familiar with church lingua, you may be quite lost here).
However that's not even what I want to talk about in this piece; all that was just to provide some background and get you interested in this thought (it may seem inane to some) which crossed my mind exactly 28 minutes ago. The thought simply is; what has befallen our vocabulary? What have we done with the rules of grammar and nuances of diction and word usage? Mind you, I'm not even referring to the "as in", "I was like" syndrome here.
Now that's plain boring, so let's get back to my story. After the service, I went to my Dad's (actually the bishop's) office to tell him how much I enjoyed the service, and how gorgeous his outfit looked. I said; "Daddy, the service today was bad, like...baaad!" I continued, "the message was mad, and your outfit just killed everyone, it was very tight". His fiftyish handsome face became a frown (he seems to respect my opinion), and he said; "Joba, what do you mean by 'mad', 'bad' and 'tight'? The power of God was present and I believe people were blessed, so what are you saying? Or was there a problem with the message? Then you said my suit was tight, ko de fun mi o..."
Smiling, I cut in; "No Dad, that wasn't what I meant o! I was just trying to say that I really enjoyed the service, the atmosphere was electrifying. As for your suit, it is a perfect fit, very sweet and lovely. I didn't mean that there was a problem with it, ko si problem kankan o". He sighed and said; "Are you sure?" I replied in the affirmative with a nod. He then said; "I don't understand your generation and its manner of speech; it seems with you people, bad is good". I just smiled weakly and said nothing, dismissing his views in my mind as one of those "you children of nowadays" speeches.
But 52 minutes ago, when I saw a 'baad' EOD go past me on the road, the thought just struck me again: "Bad is Good"...that's quite true these days especially considering that
'Ill' is good.
'Sick' is sometimes good.
'Dope' is sooo good.
'Mad' is good.
'Bad' is almost always good.
There are some others too, only they aren't just coming to me now, they come only when I want to speak to my Dad.
I just hope this linguistic decay doesn't stretch or extend into the realm of our moral principles, too. Hell, it already has. A look at the current social structure and value system will show that so many facets of public and private morality have become so warped that bad, to a great extent, has become good. I am already feeling dizzy from spending too long staring this screen, so I will not give instances...but if you really need some, look inwards, you'll see you're twisted, too. Anyhow, who cares if bad is good sef? "Any which ways, it's all good". Hahaha.

P.S: Y'all see what ASUU is doing to me o!!! Someone save my mind from going down. Abi na up? Whatever. AWWWW!!!...