Words are Guilty and are Sentenced to Death
Gather outside the courthouse folks, we need to
have us a word burning party!
Seriously, seriousness is everywhere and it’s a bit
frightening, almost to the point of ridiculousness.
Words and how they’re used are to blame for recent outbreaks of intense behavior. It’s amazing how any one particular word or group of words can incite such rage, and certain words and phrases, that people consider to be offensive, just might get you killed for speaking them in public.
Incredibly, the word ‘evolution’ scared people silly not to long ago; the word ‘religion’ equally scared the masses and still does.
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| Only if they are spelled correctly and pronounced properly |
Words can be powerful. But why? They’re just words. Certain words have been uttered at me over the years, but none of them ever hurt me, after all, they’re just words. Nevertheless, people truly believe words are hurtful.
I’ve spent the better part of my life pondering over words, and I have finally concluded that in order for us to survive, we must enact word-control-laws. Conceal and carry word-laws will keep everyone safe. (I’m packing a loaded 600 page dictionary, so back off.)
Sticks and stones may hurt me, but words never will. (That’s what they told us.)
So, why do words hurt. They hurt because more often than not, the words being spoken are probably true and thus the reason why they hurt, which not many will ever admit. On the other hand, aren’t we supposed to tell the truth?
It boils down to discretion, good judgment, and sensitivity to avoid embarrassing or upsetting others.
I have four sisters, and when we all come together at Christmas, I tell them they all look good, they’re hair is nice, and, . . . well, you get the point. Saying nice things even though they are probably false makes family gatherings more pleasant. I’m told that being polite and not telling the truth is the better part of valor. In other words, we’re conditioned to hear a lie, instead of the truth.
I rather enjoy being lied to, because I already know the truth, and the truth is boring, but a good lie is always entertaining.
I could list the current group of words that
will undoubtedly incite rage, but I’m yellow. (Yellow is an old term, meaning
the person is a coward.) Yes, I’m a coward, and I don’t want to upset anyone,
so I won’t do it.
A mouth loaded with words is deadlier than a loaded gun. Word abuse is a crime and the punishment is a lifetime of trying to shove them back into your mouth. But a proper lie is eternal happiness, so read or write fiction; it’s never about the truth.
“Mr. Kafka, you’re awesome.”
“Thanks, jimmy, you’re awesome too.”
“Now get back to work writing more words, your next book ain’t gonna write itself.”
“jimmy, there’s a word for people like you.”
“But you’re too big of a coward to say it, Mr. Kafka.”
“Hard to argue with the truth.”
-jk-
