We are all aware of the non-native buggers invading our shores and slowly eradicating our native little darlings, the grey squirrel, crawfish, Japanese knotweed etc .. but there is an enemy that is invading our every day that we are all becoming infected by, we are spreading and contaminating every sentence and I doubt we even know about it.
I am referring to the glottal stop, this sound is endangering the existence of our much persecuted little t. Of course language evolves, it is a living being, moulded, shape and adapted to our changing world, after all Shakespeare gave us festinate which we never use now but he would not understand words like electricity or cyber. But this is more to do with the pronunciation.
Little t gets mugged with other letters, such as h for the th sound, and now we have it disappearing from within words altogether. How often do we hear wa-er [water], pre–y [pretty], li–le [little], the obstructing of air at the glottal to produce a dulled sound, which will never become as melodic as the Bantu language.
Put the t back. Treasure that little tiny t and all it brings to the lyrical transcendence of vocalised text.