by Wayne Lutz
August 12, 2003
The language, it ain't what it used to be, if'n you catch
Time was when a man was a man, a sheep was a sheep, and a
man's word was his bond. Ain't quite so simple nowadays. A
man can't go bondin' with his word if there ain't no two people
what can agree on what the danged word means in the first
The language has been deliberately dumbed-down and made all
blurry, and for insidious reasons to boot. The American People
are basically smart and commonsensical, you see, if not evenly
educated. That means that they are smart enough to know a
snake when they see one and have the common sense to take
the appropriate action, needs be.
So the snake, he has to try to outsmart the man if he is
to survive and prosper. Today's Progressive snakes have figured
out that they can put one over on the man if they can replace
the baggage-laden word "snake" with something more
benign, or at least confusing, like "non-pedular venom
delivery agent" or some such equally weasel-word.
Well let me tell you something, bubba. A snake is a snake,
and no amount of collusion with the deconstructionists will
Weasel-words are the tools of relativists who know that their
skewed world-views will be rejected by normal folk once they
recognize the immorality in those views. Therefore, they are
forced to disguise their agendas with bastardized language
if they are to move them forward. Tom Wolfe writes of the
doctrine that "language is the most insidious tool of all,"
and ain't nobody wields that tool more effectively than Progressives.
(The very word "progressive" is a weasel-word, meaning
"liberal fathead." Look it up.)
Taking control of the language, then, especially the language
of morality, opens the doors to psychological control of the
masses. Lemme give you just a few examples. Weasel Words
are in bold:
The Washington Post recently ran a front-page article on
a thing called "safe injection sites" for
drug addicts in Canada. These "safe injection sites"
give druggies a place to go to shoot up under a nurse's supervision,
and offer instruction on such things as "vein maintenance"
and "injection techniques." These "safe injection
sites," as Diana
West wrote, are "part of a Canadian government-approved
effort to ensure that junkies inject themselves with their
poison of choice according to the highest medical standards."
"Safe injection sites" are the product of Canada's
euphemistically named "harm reduction" drug policy.
Patti Zettel, a nurse at the "safe injection site,"
is not a nurse at all - rather she is a "harm reducer."
writes, "She [Zettel], along with two nursing colleagues,
articulated the definition of "harm reduction nursing"
in a recent issue of Canadian Nurse magazine as a practice
aimed at "reducing the consequences of drug use without
necessarily requiring a reduction in the drug use itself."
In other words, if a "client" is killing himself with
drugs; destroying his loved ones with drugs; reducing his
community to a crime-ridden slum with drugs; and keeping money
flowing to narco-terrorists the world over with drugs, by
all means encourage the "client" to do so - as long
as he is harm-reducingly equipped with a sterile syringe,
a proper tourniquet and some decent gauze."
If them ain't weasel-words then scrapple ain't pig-parts.
George Orwell, though he was talking about writers who were
defending 1930's Fascism, wrote about about just this kind
of language abuse when he said "One need not swallow such
absurdities...but one ought to recognize that the present
political chaos is connected with the decay of language."
One manifestation of chaos enabled by the decay of language
is the failure of our educational institutions, as demonstrated
with wit and vigor in this month's Tocquevillian by
our executive editor, Nancy Ahern. If Canadian "harm
reducers" made you bring up the beans 'n' beer you
had for breakfast, then wait until you read about how your
kids in school are having "learning adventures"
under the direction of "facilitators."
It's nigh on to impossible to judge the effectiveness of
teachers when those teachers have the ability to change the
very meanings of teaching and progress by simply defining
them away. Such is the power of language deconstructed, and
we at the Tocq ain't buying none of it.
It's time to deconstruct the deconstructionists and call
a fathead a fathead - and we here at the Tocq are just the
guys and gals to do it.
2003 Tocqevillian Magazine