Dynamics
and the death of language
A century or so ago a musical hit the scene: “Hair.” The most memorable song is “Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In.”
It was made tiresome by a group of singers known as the Fifth Dimension. “This is the age of Aquarius, the age of Aquarius,” uh, please be quiet.
We now live in the Age of Euphemism.
Grooming (at least in the UK) means violent rape.
Progressivism means marching to the rear.
Equality means white people deserve nothing.
Science means “We’re out to get you.”
Healthcare means take a chance on a drummed up phony vaccine.
Ah, but Truth, Truth is holding its own, and still means the same thing: Nothing.
From the Devil’s Dictionary Revisited, by the esteemed philosopher/poet, Rene Saunts, we have:
CYNICISM, n. : blighted hope and trepidation, and the only plausible recourse for thinking people.
Shalom, yuns.
p.s.
The most detestable euphemism currently plaguing the world is “passed”.
“Hi, Maude, how’s your husband?”
“Oh, Fred passed.”
“Huh? You mean like, he passed a car on the highway?”
“No. I mean, he passed.”
“Passed WHAT?”
“He stopped breathing, dumbass.”
Yo, just so y’all/yuns will know, when I cease breathing I will not have passed. I will have —are you ready for this? — died. I will be in the past, but I will not have passed. I will have DIED. I will be DEAD! Is that so difficult? Sheesh.
"Death is Not the End" - Bob Dylan, circa mid-eighties.
Yogananda rocks!