Deconstructing Fatheads
by Wayne Lutz
August 12, 2003

The language, it ain't what it used to be, if'n you catch my meanin'.

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 place.

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 defang him.

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."

As West 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.

Enjoy!