The more I try and use them, the more they stick around, and the more they haunt me for using them. Using the wrong words can get you in trouble.
Sometimes, words make ME laugh.
Sometimes, words make OTHER PEOPLE laugh.
And sometimes, words make other people BIG MAD.
The internet is a big place.
It is bigger than I imagined when I first connected to it with an IBM clone, running MS-DOS on a x286 CPU through a 14.4K baud dail-up modem in 1994. Back then, we lived out of a two-bedroom apartment, and I worked graveyard shifts to help raise our newborn baby girl.
My my, hey hey.
It is the best of times.
It is the wierdest of times.
It is time to communicate on another level because words to not do justice to explain reality.
Justice seeks
--- its own resolution.
Justice pays
--- no heed to the foibles of human desire.
What is the point?
I haven't posted since before what's-his-name was inaugurated to preside over the dissolution of the bankrupt corporation of 1871 (look it up) because we ALL needed a brief pause. Well, that pause is DONE, and it looks like the 60,000 soldiers of the digital army (look it up) are in full operational mode, and the restoration of the American Republic is underway.
I have put 5K into $BTC $ETH $ETC $XRP and $SOL.
Crypto currency comes from the crypt.
Look, all you young geniuses, I have been advocating in the Spirit of my Father's oath, and now, I can't quit. I care about our constitution. You will have to kill me if you think I'm giving up on you.
It's time to start makiing videos. Stay tuned.
The hunters are now the hunted.
A LAKE OF FIRE awaits you murdering monsters. Notice given. It is TIME for the musical part of this jurist to break the false and evil curse that you placed on my Father's legacy.
OPENING SCENE: A patient is lying unconscious in a hospital ICU. The camera pans down to follow the plastic tubing from his catheter, flowing and bubbling bodiliy fluids into a plastic tank.
DR.HOUSE: "The drug addict . . . is peeing blood."
CUT SCENE: A med school class where Dr. House is lecturing. He looks at a handful of yellow crayons, chooses one and begins coloring in a coloring book.
DR.HOUSE: "How do they teach you to tell someone that they're dying?"
(Blank looks from students wearing white coats.)
DR.HOUSE: "It's kinda like teaching architects how to explain why their building fell down."
(Continues coloring book)
"Do you role play at stuff?"
STUDENT: "Yeah. One of us gives the bad news, and one of us gets the bad news."
DR.HOUSE: "What do you have to do to get an A in - You're Dying 101? Do they grade you on gentleness and supportiveness? Is there a scale for measuring compassion?"
(Changes crayons)
" This buddy of mine . . . I gotta give him ten bucks every time someone says thank you. Imagine that. This guy's so good, people thank him for telling them they're dying.
(Looks at crayon, exchanges it for another)
"It's brown . . . I don't get thanked that often."
CUT SCENE: House is standing at the patient's bedside.
DR.HOUSE: "You're dying."
(Patient shows concerned look)
DR.HOUSE: "In a few hours. There's nothing we can do except deal with the pain."
PATIENT: "Well, I need to go home."
DR.HOUSE: "You're not going home."
PATIENT: "But my dog . . . what will happen to my dog?"
CUT SCENE: Two Drs. Wilson and Cameron are doing an MRI.
DR.CAMERON: "Her neck looks clean . . . no adenoma."
CUT SCENE: Back to the classroom.
STUDENT: "Wait, wait, wait . . . the guy's dying and all he cares about is his dog?"
DR.HOUSE: "Any of you guys go the dog route in your . . . improv sessions?"
(Another student gives a quizzical look)
DR.HOUSE: "It's a basic truth of the human condition . . . that everybody lies. The only variable is about what. The hard thing about telling someone they're dying is that . . . it tends to focus their prioritites. You find out what matters to them. What they're willing to die for. WHAT THEY'RE WILLING TO LIE FOR.
Three years of law school, five years of government work, five years of corporate work, twenty years of self-employment, and the good doctor summarized it all in a YT video. You do know the character is based on detective Sherlock Holmes, don't you?
YOU'RE WELCOME.
I'd love to elaborate, but I have a lot of catching up to do, and a BIG trip to take this November. We're out of the golf headcovers game, so it's an economic reboot.
Also, I have a new handle on X : @Musical_Jurist ...
Stay tuned, fellow boomers, millenials, and genners X-Y-Z.
That's right! The subject was cheat codes, and the linguistic fuckery that is more than prevalent in MSM, so much so that Hunter's Laptop was "Russian Disinformation" only until the crime boss could begin pretending to lead the United States. In less upright sectors of the legal profession, it is called "terms of art." The lies we have uncovered (together) are too numerous to review. Their deceptions create dragons, imagined and real, munching mushroom clouds on the world stage. Their stratospheric falsehoods wear legal trappings, sheepskin garbed, traps to hypnotize, pervert, and enslave our sad, opiated, and most of all, unthinking fellow human beings.
I have no doubt that you folks, you, the rational, and the rest who cannot care less about political agendas, have long disspelled the notion that legacy mass communication contain a shred of reliable or actionable information. Simple truths are outstanding mental floss. Try them.
Yes, you are a force for human liberation. But with great Freedom comes great Responsibility. No "RIGHTS" at law can be recognized as valid or enforceable without corresponding "DUTIES." Simplistic aphorisms resonate as applicable truths because they are expressly derived from natural existence, and common experience, not from some synthetic form of hubris. This explains why a semester of introductory economics can be compressed into the saying, "There is no such thing as a free lunch." Or more succinctly, "Know Supply and Demand." I would add, "Do the Math."
For
those of us seeking to establish some baseline for determining the validity of news reports through analysis of data sets, here is one, graphically represented in Cartesian
coordinates, expressing degrees of thought and expressions of information and descriptions of events, plotted
along the XY quadrant of a multi-variable function.
Oh, and thanks, Trigonometry.
One look at that chart, and you know, here comes trouble.
This week, I will simply add to our roster of linguistic cheat codes, the ones that slip by so easily amidst the booming buzzing noise of daily life, permeating our consciousness and sub-consciousness. These are the programmed phrases, playing on Repeat, leading future generations to a Never Never Land of snowflake nirvana, where accuracy in reporting is sacrificed at the Altar of the Unthinking, and zombie-like trance of shit posts, dumb tweets, cowardly commentary, and unbeareable hypocrisy. This is the final highlight reel of well-used weasel words that boomers should find particularly irritating, if not outright malevolent.
OK, Boomers.
"Long story short." -- [translation: "Forget
the details."] Making a long story short is a great time saver, and it
is also a way to hide the devil, who as we know hides in details. Or was it god who hides in the details? Oh well, long story
short, watch out if someone is communicating to you, yet finds they
really don't have the time to share important or unimportant details of
the narrative. Real, lasting content is in fact comprised of long
stories. They are called epics. Be epic.
"Thoughts and prayers." -- [translation: "I'm online and I really am a good person."] This phrase has become recognized as the epitome, and early expression of "virtue signaling." So prevalent in the world of online social media, "thoughts and prayers" is a sad by-product of our digitally induced shallowness, whose insincerity is soon to be surpassed by the currency devaluation of the phrase "Thank you for your service."
"Social Justice" -- [actual meaning: "collective retribution"] Justice is experienced on an individual level. The concept of "Social" Justice is mob justice, a shakedown, and a money-grabbing ruse for the race-baiter industry. It is one the biggest frauds out there, and an insult to the proposition that we are judged not by the color of our skin, but by the content of our character. If you are a "social justice warrior," leave me out of the guilt-tripping 21st Century revenge fantasy against my counttry. YOU are the real racists. Period. Dot. Fin.
"Follow the Science" -- [actual meaning: "It is immoral to disagree with me."] We decoded this one in a previous post. The realm of science is the least capable discipline to determine social policy. It is the least capable to form precepts to guide benevolent human conduct. "Follow the Science" is the reason we needed the Nuremberg Code. In fact, the classical origin of being "scientific," means being a skeptic, not a sheep.
"Trope" -- [???] I am seeing the increased usage of the word "trope" as a shiny debate tool growing in popularity among the internet
generation. A trope was a figure of speech, a metaphor, when the writer employs a word that is used in a non-literal manner, e.g., through irony, hyperbole, liltote (opposite of hyperbole), metonymy, or synecdoche. It is particularly fascinating as, perhaps, the word "trope" is not so much a linguistic cheat, as much as it is a definitional error, and its rise in usage (to dismiss potentially valid propostions before examining the proposition) supports my favorite trope generator: Wittgensteinian analytical philosophy. Put simply, he says that regarding language, Usage trumps Definitions, and not only that, Usage creates Meaning. Humans play Language Games. As I have seen it, some folks think an idea can discredited by calling it mere "trope." Actually, when someone says, "Oh, that's just a trope," they probably intended to dismiss your idea as cliché, and that could be a valid point. But by no means should a concept (or policy preference, for that matter) be dismissed merely because it was expressed creatively. Enough on the difference between "trope" and "cliché." I rant.
In closing, as an homage to being a North Carolinian for 28 years, here is one of my favorite linguistic decodes, courtesy of comedian Jon Reep. If you have lived in the South, you already know this.
