Euphemisms and Losing

Bookworm has an article up at Watcher of Weasels, in it she makes a very important point. When we allow the left to use euphemisms, and to define terms as they wish, we allow them to control the debate. When they control the debate, they win the debate. Here’s some.

I especially dislike euphemisms when the Lefties put them out there. One of the most brilliant things Trump did in his State of the Union Speech was to deny the Left the word Dreamers, a euphemism they dreamed up for illegal aliens. Now Americans are the dreamers, which renders the world powerless as a form of Leftist thought control.

And you’ll notice I referred to illegal aliens. I drive my Progressive Facebook friends crazy when I correct their phrase “undocumented immigrants.” These are not people who have stood in line and filled out forms, only to forget some teeny bureaucratic detail. These are people who sneaked into America, knowing that doing so was against this countries laws. That they are not citizens means that they are “aliens,” and that they broke the law to get here means that the are “illegal aliens.” Pretty clear, right?

The same is true with the euphemistic phrase that “Islam is a Religion of Peace.” Yes, if you accept Tacitus’s way of defining Roman peace: “They make a desert and call it peace.” Or yes, if assume Leftists’ failed  spelling and actually meant “Islam is a Religion of Pieces — the tiny little pieces of blown-up, incinerated, mutilated, sliced human bodies. Those kind of pieces.”

Oh, and God do I hate the whole “trans” thing. I especially hate the fact that so many conservative outlets refer to “transgenders,” and “transgender woman” or a “transgender man.” Take for example the pathetic Rose McGowan’s outburst at a bookstore the other day, when she was shilling her new book about a life filled with abuse. (I do mean it when I say she’s pathetic. Her life started with her parents abusing her with bizarre sex cults and abandonment. No wonder that predators such as Weinstein saw her as an easy mark. Predators have a knack for finding people already made vulnerable by past life experiences.)

Yep, yep, and yep. She’s dead on point here. Cut it out, we can no longer afford (actually we never could) afford to allow them to define the terms of the debate. Will they call us names? Yeah, they’re disgusting like that, but you know what? We’re big boys and girls and we know that words only hurt us if we let them.

We, as Americans, must lead here. We have a defined right to offend. We can say things that would get a Brit prosecuted, and we must, not least because he can’t.

I appreciate that even conservative media outlets feel uncomfortable saying “fake man” or “fake woman” because . . . haters. The Federalist solved the problem rather gracefully when it came to McGowan’s kerfuffle by referring in the headline and lede to a “trans activist,” which is accurate. Unfortunately, the article itself refers to the heckler as “transgender.” Let’s be clear again: there is no such thing and when we use their euphemisms, we accept their ideas.

Nor is this an inconsequential quibble on my part. My antennae are up today because of this story out of England, a national that has gone even further down the magical “transgender” rabbit hole than we in America have:

A teacher has been suspended and could face the sack after he ‘accidentally’ called a transgender pupil a ‘girl’ in class when the student identifies as a boy.

Joshua Sutcliffe, 27, who teaches maths at a state secondary school in Oxfordshire, said ‘Well done girls’ to the teenager and a friend when he spotted them working hard.

He apologised when corrected by the pupil, but six weeks later he was suspended from teaching after the pupil’s mother lodged a complaint.

Following an investigation, he has been summoned to a formal disciplinary hearing this week to face misconduct charges for ‘misgendering’.

According to documents seen by The Mail on Sunday, he also faces claims that he is breaching equality policies by referring to the pupil by name rather than as ‘he’ or ‘him’.

The £30,000-a-year teacher said he was ‘distraught’ and had been reduced to tears as teaching was his life, and he branded the actions of the school as ‘political correctness gone mad’.

Mr Sutcliffe, a maths graduate who gained his teaching qualifications at Exeter University, said he had no official instructions about how to address the student, but along with other staff decided to use the pupil’s chosen first name.

However, he has admitted that, as a Christian, he avoided using male pronouns such as ‘he’ and ‘him’.

Read the rest here.

And that is pretty much where everyone in the world is. Except us, and they keep trying here. This is one of those key battles. If our opponents define the terms (and especially keep changing the definitions), we can not win, no matter if we have logic, science, and whatnot on our side. Lewis Carrol put it best in Humpty Dumpty.

‘And only one for birthday presents, you know. There’s glory for you!’
`I don’t know what you mean by “glory”,’ Alice said.
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. `Of course you don’t — till I tell you. I meant “there’s a nice knock-down argument for you!”‘
`But “glory” doesn’t mean “a nice knock-down argument”,’ Alice objected.
`When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, `it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’
`The question is,’ said Alice, `whether you can make words mean so many different things.’
`The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, `which is to be master — that’s all.’

Don’t let an egg define the terms of the debate.

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Teddy Bears, Samuel Adams, Marines, and Hot Lead

Welp, eight dead and 15 or so wounded in New York City, yesterday. Sympathy to the families, and get well soon to the injured.

No doubt there will be votive candles and teddy bears, and then we’ll get back to ignoring this. We, like the Brits, the French, the Spaniards, the Germans, and the Canadians. They are the mark of the ineffectual, the weak, the cowed masses of humanity. We saw that already with the platitudes mouthed by the politicians in NYC yesterday. We shouldn’t be depending on school buses to defend us from suicide truck drivers. Lots better than nothing, though.

They should not be the mark of the Americans. We have chosen to lead the world, and the world is not safe. You do not defeat terrorism with candles and teddy bears, you defeat terrorism with lead injections at high velocity. That is how we built America, by not allowing the undermining of the rule of law, and that is how one maintains it, as well. That doesn’t mean vigilanteism, although an armed citizenry is our best front line defense. It means that we do not deceive ourselves, we look evil square in the eye, we prosecute it, and we put it down like the rabid dog it is.

In a couple of weeks, we will celebrate the men and women, who fired Kaiser Bill and his minions, who put Hitler and Tojo into the ground, and stared down Stalin all around the world. This is not the legacy they had in mind for us. We need to go back to basics, forget the teddy bears and remember what General Stark said, “It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees”, and that is exactly the choice we have.

If we are honest, we know that that we can never stop every fool who is willing to try this on, we can only make sure they don’t try it a second time. Doesn’t really matter if they are in the ground or spending the rest of their worthless lives at Supermax. That is their choice, after all. For truly, now, as then, we face the choice that Samuel Adams laid out for us.

“The liberties of our country, the freedoms of our civil Constitution are worth defending at all hazards; it is our duty to defend them against all attacks. We have received them as a fair inheritance from our worthy ancestors. They purchased them for us with toil and danger and expense of treasure and blood. It will bring a mark of everlasting infamy on the present generation – enlightened as it is – if we should suffer them to be wrested from us by violence without a struggle, or to be cheated out of them by the artifices of designing men.”

As I’m writing this, I’m listening to Sky News, who are blathering on about how we can’t kill their ideology. In a sense, they are right, of course. But you know, if you kill enough of the holders of that ideology, the rest kind of lose enthusiasm. One could ask King John III Sobieski about that, Vienna rather solved its Muslim problem for quite a few years after he took it in hand.


In a story from a while back, Scott Johnson of Powerline reminds of what it can take.

Earlier this week the Wall Street Journal published a Notable & Quotable item excerpting a November 13, 2010, speech by then-Lt. Gen. John Kelly to the Semper Fi Society of St. Louis, describing a 2008 suicide bombing in Iraq that killed Marines Corporal Jonathan Yale, 22, and Lance Corporal Jordan Haerter, 20. The Journal published the excerpt under the heading “Six seconds to live”and also posted the item online with a link to the complete text of General Kelly’s speech. I want to draw attention to this without further comment for readers disgusted by the deeply disgusting news of the day as something to stay our minds on and be staid:

What we didn’t know at the time, and only learned a couple of days later after I wrote a summary and submitted both Yale and Haerter for posthumous Navy Crosses, was that one of our security cameras, damaged initially in the blast, recorded some of the suicide attack. It happened exactly as the Iraqis had described it. It took exactly six seconds from when the truck entered the alley until it detonated.

You can watch the last six seconds of their young lives. Putting myself in their heads I supposed it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion about what was going on once the truck came into their view at the far end of the alley. Exactly no time to talk it over, or call the sergeant to ask what they should do. Only enough time to take half an instant and think about what the sergeant told them to do only a few minutes before: “let no unauthorized personnel or vehicles pass.” The two Marines had about five seconds left to live.

It took maybe another two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim, and open up. By this time the truck was halfway through the barriers and gaining speed the whole time. Here, the recording shows a number of Iraqi police, some of whom had fired their AKs, now scattering like the normal and rational men they were—some running right past the Marines. They had three seconds left to live.

For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines’ weapons firing nonstop, the truck’s windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the son-of-a-bitch who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers—American and Iraqi—bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground. If they had been aware, they would have known they were safe, because two Marines stood between them and a crazed suicide bomber. The recording shows the truck careening to a stop immediately in front of the two Marines. In all of the instantaneous violence Yale and Haerter never hesitated. By all reports and by the recording, they never stepped back. They never even started to step aside. They never even shifted their weight. With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.

The truck explodes. The camera goes blank. Two young men go to their God. Six seconds. Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, or about their lives or their deaths, but more than enough time for two very brave young men to do their duty—into eternity. That is the kind of people who are on watch all over the world tonight—for you.

That is our legacy, past and present.

Remembering Heroes

The monument to Rick Rescorla in Cornwall

Well, it’s Sept 11th once again. And so once again we will remember (as truly we do each day) what happened 16 years ago today, in New York, in Washington D.C, and in Pennsylvania. Back in 2011, almost all of us wrote about the day of the attack, what I said is here, and mostly I still believe it. But I think we’ll write about something else today. Perhaps something that most of our so-called betters think is obsolete, we will speak today of heroes, for indeed 9/11 had them as 7 DEC 41 did.

It’s important to remember our heroes. In recounting their deeds, we carry on our myths, even as the old Vikings did in the Icelandic Sagas. These are the sagamen of America, some are fictional, such as those played by the duke, although they are still valuable, the best ones are real.

One of the most interesting was Colonel Rick Rescorla, USA Ret. Born in Cornwall, he enlisted at 17 in the British army (in the Paras) immigrated to the US and was the  Platoon Leader, B Co 2/7 Cavalry in the 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) in the battle of Ia Drang, where he gave the British commands of ‘Fix Bayonets, On Line, Ready forward’. His picture is on the cover of ‘We Were Soldiers’. That’s quite the entry on any man’s resume, but his continues. On 9/11 he was vice president of security for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter. We all know what happened that day, but do we remember that only six Morgan Stanley employees died when their building was obliterated. One them was this man, now a retired Colonel, who stayed to make sure he got his people out.

But there was something else about the Colonel, he loved to sing. When he or his people were stressed he would sing to keep them steady. On the day of that bayonet charge, and again on 9/11 he sang the same song. It;s one of my favorites, ever since I saw the movie Zulu, perhaps you’ve heard it too.

One of our (and the United Kingdom’s, as well) best. He should never be forgotten, and I doubt he will be. Of such men are sagas made.

But he wasn’t the only one either, over Pennsylvania a bunch of American civilians counterattacked, just minutes into this war. They died in the attempt, but they thwarted the plan. Jodi Giddings found some videos and wrote a most moving commentary.

But the passengers weren’t about to allow a fourth plane to strike another target. And the decision they made that fateful September morning will be remembered forever.

Huddled in the rear of the plane, behind a row of seats and out of sight of the hijackers, a group of passengers voted on whether or not to fight back. Their choice? Fight. Or die.

Just minutes later, Todd Beamer and the other brave men rushed the plane’s cockpit, in hopes of retaking control of the aircraft. A struggle ensued:

And this, heart-wrenching remembrance

Jodi continues:

That she did.

You see, the Flight 93 passengers were not victims of 9/11. They were our first warriors, courageous heroes who fought back against a senseless evil hell-bent on bringing America to her knees. With every ounce of their might, on a cloudless, late-summer morning in September, they saved the lives of untold numbers of their fellow Americans, selflessly giving their own over a quiet field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Their memories live on:

And so they shall, as long as men remember, and celebrates the heroes amongst us, and those who have kept us free.

These too were American heroes, who willingly gave their lives, to save the lives of others.

Tongues of fire on Idris flaring

News of foe-men near declaring,

To heroic deed of daring,

Call you, Harlech men.

Indeed, the history of freemen is rife with stories of such men, and they have been our answer to all who would enslave us, and the story continues, and it shall, as long as we remember…

Let’s Roll

General Patton once said very truly,

“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.”

 

A bit of Nostalgia

I ran across these yesterday and thought you might enjoy them as well.

One for the cousins

 

And one for us

 

And a great disaster

 

Weimar America

Victor Davis Hanson

Victor Davis Hanson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Victor Davis Hanson is nearly always worth reading, and this overall reflection is, to my mind, one of his best. So enjoy:

2016 is a pivotal year in which accustomed referents of a stable West are now disappearing. We seem to be living in a chaotic age, akin to the mid-1930s, of cynicism and skepticism. Government, religion, and popular culture are corrupt and irrelevant—and the world order of the last 70 years has all but collapsed.

Neither the president nor his would-be successors talk much about the fact that we are now nearing $20 trillion in debt—in an ossified economy of near-zero interest rates, little if any GDP growth, and record numbers of able-bodied but non-working adults. (The most frequent complaint I hear in my hometown is that the government lags behind in their cost-of-living raises in Social Security disability payments.)

No one can figure out how and why America’s youth have borrowed a collective $1 trillion for college tuition, and yet received so little education and skills in the bargain. Today’s campuses have become as foreign to American traditions of tolerance and free expression as what followed the Weimar Republic. To appreciate cry-bully censorship, visit a campus “free-speech” area. To witness segregation, walk into a college “safe space.” To hear unapologetic anti-Semitism, attend a university lecture. To learn of the absence of due process, read of a campus hearing on alleged sexual assault. To see a brown shirt in action, watch faculty call for muscle at a campus demonstration. To relearn the mentality of a Chamberlain or Daladier, listen to the contextualizations of a college president. And to talk to an uneducated person, approach a recent college graduate.

If all that is confusing, factor in the Trimalchio banquet of campus rock-climbing walls, students glued to their iPhone 6s, $200 sneakers, latte bars, late-model foreign cars in the parking lot, and yoga classes. Affluence, arrogance, and ignorance are quite a trifecta.

via Weimar America | PJ Media.

And because it’s germane, how about a longer than normal Bill Whittle?

And always remember, Despair is a mortal sin!

America!

You know, we say a lot of bad things here, seems sometimes like the world is going to hell in a handbasket. But America is still America, and yes the resistance lives on, even in NYC.

 

I can remember my dad talking about doing this, on the frozen Red River of the North, back in the teens, maybe 20s.

For you effete Europeans, this is how you deal with a blizzard with a couple of feet of snow — Go play in it!

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