PTS (Painted Turd Syndrome) has become America’s deadliest self-inflicted catastrophic injury. Here’s how it works:
Paint a turd red, white, and blue and an astonishing number of Americans will:
Vote for it;
Promote the painted turd as being pro-this or anti-that, and its legion of fans will ignore all manner of sins, crimes, and other transgressions which violate everything else they claim to value.
It may already be too late to save America, because PTS thrives on ignorance, hypocrisy, and self-righteousness — the very qualities that half of America’s voters have chosen as the nation’s defining characteristics.
The USA was created because England’s Parliament refused to challenge the lame-brained policies of a king they knew was mentally unstable and ignorant of world affairs. Ordinary people in England and the colonies had no voice in the government, and the handful of men who owned Parliament were happy with what they could plunder from the public purse in spite of (or because of) the idiot at the top.
That’s why our government was designed to let as many ordinary people as possible run the country. It’s why our Constitution requires Congress (supposedly full of ordinary people representing the interests of all the other ordinary people) to make the laws rather than just rubber-stamping whatever the President wants to do. And it’s why the President’s job is supposedly limited to carrying out the agenda set by Congress.
So why did almost all of you decide you wanted to go back to being ruled by a king?
Everything today’s Presidential candidates promise to do is stuff that Congress, not the President, is supposed to do. Most of you expect the President to fill both roles, dictating what the laws will be and then taking any action he pleases to implement them.
Incumbent Presidents demand Congressional support for their own programs, and if they don’t get it they can shut down the entire federal government. If the majority in Congress are of the Prez’s party, they can push through any ill-conceived scheme he proposes. If the majority is of the other party, they can prevent a hearing or a vote on any bill or nomination he or his party supports.
That’s not responsible legislating. That’s plain old butt-kissing.
In mid-term primaries, Congressional candidates in the President’s party try to out-grovel each other in pledging their loyalty to him and their total commitment to his agenda.
Wake up, America. What we have here is King George III and his pucker-up Parliament minus only the silly wigs and costumes. But most of you think voting for your next king (or, as it may be, queen) is democracy in action. It’s really democracy on life support, and you’re pulling the plug.
Our language has been polluted by people who use words to mislead, appease, impress, gloss over, or just feel good instead of to inform or clarify.
America’s unwholesome love affair with polysyllabification (using lots of syllables) started with the ivy-covered philosophers who ruined public education in the 1960’s. It gained big-time traction when their disciples began trotting out such idiotic terms as differently abled for handicapped and developmentally disadvantaged for mentally retarded.
Liberals are always on the lookout for longer terms to replace perfectly good and widely understood words that aren’t warm and fuzzy enough for them or don’t sound sufficiently high-falutin’ to fit their own self-image. That’s not to say that conservatives are less likely to know words of more than one or two syllables. But they have other, more effective ways of obscuring what they really mean, which they use to great effect in recruiting and retaining the less intellectually adroit segment of their fan base.
It’s no surprise that “educators” are suckers for polysyllabic euphemisms, since they’re required to teach their students that feeling good is a higher priority than knowing stuff. But it’s weird that broadcasters share this fetish, since so many of them have so much trouble saying most of the simpler words they already use.
But it has come to pass that people without homes are said to be experiencing homelessness. So what’s next? Families whose homes are flooded experiencing inundation? Murder victims experiencing end-of-life events?
The feel-gooders feel better and the broadcasters apparently feel more dignified saying experiencing homelessness instead of homeless, but they’re downplaying the severity of the crisis (or the experience) by making it sound like a college student’s research project. Why not just call homeless people residentially disadvantaged so we can completely ignore that icky reality of people with no place to live?
The Language Nazis have made up some bizarre myths to justify their efforts to ban the use of certain words, but their excuse for trying to exorcise handicapped takes the cake — or should we say experiences the acquisition of the baked goods?
They claim that handicap comes from cap in hand, an old-time term for begging: a poor man might hold out his cap so other people could drop coins into it. Actually, cap in hand more often meant subservient: lower-class men were expected to remove their caps in the presence of the upper classes, especially if they were approaching their “betters” to request a favor.
But none of that has anything to do with the word handicap, which comes from an equally old-time but totally different term.
Sporting contests were often invented on the spur of the moment. It might be a race from the pub to Elmer’s barn, a challenge to lift the most bricks, or even such a “hold my beer” event as tossing a hedgehog over one shoulder and into a rain barrel.
Interest was added by writing special conditions on slips of paper: left-handed, one arm tied behind the back, standing at various distances from the target, and so on. The slips were drawn from someone’s cap, which gave us the term hand in cap, which survives today as handicap. In sports, it now means a calculation to reduce rather than expand the disparity among competitors, and in general use it means less than the ordinary ability to do something.
Government and the public relations “profession” are not immune to the lure of polysyllabification. Consider the signs on a fleet of state ferries that say Emergency Vessel Embarcation Station rather than Lifeboat Station or just Lifeboat. And consider the public address announcement heard on every ferry as it approaches the dock: Upon arrival at our destination, all passengers must disembark the vessel.
Embarcation and disembark mean nothing to most Americans who graduated from high school in the past 40 tears, and half of them wouldn’t know what a vessel is even when they’re riding on one. So imagine how foreign tourists must react to these signs and announcements.
Okay, you’re right: many foreign tourists know our language better than our own high school graduates do.
Nevertheless, America needs to eschew obfuscation (refrain from confusing others with the use of obscure or misleading words).