Most parents think (hope) their kids are special, and continue to tell them so, even once they realize their kids may be as flawed as they are, potentially even more so. The GG told the BBs we were special; they were amazed, and grateful, to be sharing a reality with us that was in many aspects even better than the dreams that had sustained them through the Great Depression and the Second World War. They told us we were special and lucky and that we had at least the potential to accomplish things they couldn't even imagine. After all, America put men on the moon less than a decade after JFK made it a national goal, clearly, the future was so bright the sunglasses industry wouldn’t be able to keep up with demand.
Thanks mom and dad but look at all the stuff that's still wrong with the world, you need to get out of the way, we've got a utopia to build and we're in a hurry. We need to blow up a lot of the goofy beliefs you hold that are standing in the way of us establishing heaven on earth. For example, words are words, why are you so uptight about words, why do you want to censor everything?
Which brings us (finally...) to the seven dirty words and tot tossing. Words, obviously, are symbols. The word tree is not a tree, it's a label. If we were to decide that tree spelled backward, eert, was a better label and this new word caught on with our fellow speakers of English, trees could become eerts. Since eert is a bit awkward looking and sounding it would probably morph into ert. Ain't no thing, words are just words. Hunny look! ain't doze erts budafull?
Bonkercockie! Words are the building blocks of language, language enables the networking of human minds, the networking of human minds enables us to survive, with a touch of style, a reality that is, "...solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short (Thomas Hobbes). Words, their meanings, and how they are used are important in the same way that the composition of building materials, and how they are assembled, determines whether your home is a hut or a house.
Words have power. How much, and what kind of power, depends on their context and meaning. Language, how you use words, supplies the context and shapes the meaning. I've been known to use the phrase, what the hell. I've also been known to use the phrase, WTF. I use the world-famous acronym WTF here because I respect the power of the f-word and because the acronym works better within the context of this blog.
If words are just words why is the psychic shrapnel from F-bombs tossed by tots more lethal than the psychic shrapnel of F-bombs tossed by truck drivers? Why do we want to toss the tots into a Jacuzzi and wash their mouths out with soap?
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