Redefining Definition-2.0

Just say it

The portions in italics and bold have been added for clarification.

Thank goodness for the internet. Do you remember when we used to get our information from books? Encyclopedias? Dictionaries? Things that were printed on paper? It would have been most inconvenient to redefine things if that were the only medium of knowledge. Imagine the trees who would die for the softliners and their manipulation of our language. The World Book yearly update would be sent out weekly. So much tree death. An environmental disaster. How accommodating to let the powers that be get away with this. We go along. Consent is implied by our silence. Every single day. Vaccination has been redefined. A great human achievement for mankind was the vaccine. Against Polio, Smallpox etc. There were some great scientists who had humanity’s best interest at heart. And, look where that got us.

Yes, I know. I am generalizing when I say it was a great human achievement, this vaccination. Yes, mankind has become cleaner and human hygiene and sanitation in general has been the main reason for the population growth. Let’s face it, mankind was super dirty and gross. But, eating dirt does have it’s benefits. Can you imagine how good their immunity was? But you just can’t out-immune filth caused disease.

Diseases and plagues would take their toll throughout history. The population would squeeze cities full to the brim and they would unknowingly kill themselves off with their standards of living. Dysentery, Black Plague, the Pox. And, the city would bury the carnage and breathe a sigh of relief.

Enter scientists and doctors stage right. Along with the gigantic case of irony. They tackled killers and won. They vaccinated humanity, cleaned up humanity, figured out that dumping poop out into the street was baaaad and humans flourished. And…do we know how the story ends? I think not. But, we see. We see “those people” complain about humans. The peasant class of humans. The workers. Such a scourge upon the earth. What can they do to save the poor earth? Well, depopulate it of course. With a “vaccine”. They can’t very well tell us to stop practicing hygiene and get us onto taking a crap in the street again. Oh, wait. Maybe that is why it is happening in the big cities. To bring on the diseases that come with filth and rats. That is the elephant in the room, the dirty not so secret. Anyone with eyes can see all the collateral damage to staying alive. It is being dead. So pesky and inconvenient.

Governments have taken the place of families. Whereas Dad used to say “Don’t you dare do that or you will regret it” the new government dad does everything for us and gives us free stuff so he must love us, right? Nope. Run away from that home.

Churches used to take care of the poor. Widows and orphans. Because the Bible, just by telling us to take care of widows and orphans, implies that MEN were made to take care of themselves and others less fortunate. Why are there so many homeless men, begging on the same street as the store with the help wanted sign? Where are his boots with the straps so these men can pull themselves up and take care of themselves AND others around them? Oh, that is right. The straps are on top of Government Dad’s strappy sandals. Can you say dysfunctional?

My own dad used to look around him at all the government BS and shake his head and call it all a “diabolical plot.” We used to make fun of him behind his back. He never, ever would suffer fools for one single minute. And he would let you know it. Nobody was safe from Dad’s blunt opinion of how stupid they were. It was embarrassing growing up with that. Dad loved Jesus and was never afraid to speak up. Here is an example. Mom and dad were at a show in Reno in the late 70’s. Dean Martin would sing a little, then tell jokes. He started to tell a joke about Oral Roberts and his first name. Well, Dad stood up and told the hushed crowd and Deano that Oral Roberts was twice the man Dean would ever be and he had better keep his mouth shut about this good man. Mr. Martin took it like the true pro he was and apologized to dad and moved on to other topics. That was dad. I learned a lot from my dad. I learned to be straight forward and just get it out there and say what everyone else was thinking. I also recall a Sunday family dinner. I was in 6th grade and my little brother had a friend over, who happened to be the pastor’s 10 year old son. Max chomped. It wasn’t just little sounds. It was deafening. I still remember that day and it makes me just crack up. There we all are, around the decorous Sunday dinner table. We were all minding our manners and watching our language. Then there was Max. We all heard it. There were 6 of us and him. At first, it was just a little noise, I thought maybe it was the wind. But, then he dug into his pot roast. Eyes darted to and fro around the dinner table as I nervously tittered. But, we all continued eating. This must have gone on for a good 5 minutes which seemed to take 20 minutes. We all stared at our plates like we were looking for treasure inside the potatoes. Dad looked around at ALL of us, one at a time. Silently. With those eyebrows. We continued eating, smirks gone from our face. After his eyes had raked us all with his seething glare, he asked us a loud collective question. He asked “WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO SAY SOMETHING??!!” and he then proceeded to tell little Max that he chomped and made more noise eating than any animal he had ever seen. So much for diplomacy. I still wonder if Max carries scars to this day.

I took a valuable lesson from this Sunday dinner. The woman that I am today cannot be silent about wrongs. I learned from the best. Dad was blunt, but I like to think that my bluntness is tempered with the gentleness of my mother’s genetics. It is not easy to figure out the best way to tell it like it is and I know my husband has wished, maybe, just maybe I wasn’t so honest or forthright. If this blog is my medium to reach anyone to speak out, then by jove, here is me doing that.

We cannot afford to be timid. We must be fierce, not only for ourselves and our loved ones, on behalf of others when fierceness fails them. Do not be faint of heart for righteous ferociousness will not go unrewarded; whether in this life or the next. You know what you need to do. Now do it.