I have to say, my initial response to the Fuckwit administration’s seriously misguided attempt at Newspeak this past week by ‘forbidding’ certain words being used in reports coming from the Center for Disease Control and Prevention was not one of shock and horror, but disbelief. Really? You’re going to go there?
My second response of course, was a tweet:
Dear GOP: I’m a writer. You’re never going to take my words away from me. Just so you know. Signed, Me
As I said with my previous post, this administration has directly targeted my parents (screwing with Medicaid/Medicare); my family (screwing with women’s health), my friends (screwing with LGBT rights, affordable healthcare, Planned Parenthood, voting, wages, the list is pretty fucking long here), and my neighbors (screwing with immigration, sanctuary cities, hatred for SF and coastal cities in general, and let us not forget their hatred of Muslims).
And of course, they’re targeting me now. First by voting down net neutrality, and now by forbidding the use of words. So yeah, I have a legitimate reason to get a bit cheesed off when an entire political party is trying to fuck with my life.
You’re not going to take away my words and music, hoss. I hope you know that. Y’all might want to be all patriotic about your gun freedoms, so fair’s fair that I get in your face about my freedoms. Especially when they hit that close to home.
Yeah, I know, I know…they’re talking about the CDC here, but the bullshit stinks just the same. I’ve worked in certain client-facing jobs where I was trained to avoid certain words for ‘customer comfort’ or whatever you want to call it. Can’t use the word ‘unfortunately’ when you can’t do something for them, even if what they’re asking for is nigh on impossible for purely logical, technological, maybe even legal reasons. You want to avoid giving the client a reason to ragequit our business agreement. I get that.
But come on: when a science-based federal department is being told not to use the phrase ‘science-based’? You’re making it painfully obvious that you’re fucking around with the rules, and you’re doing a piss-poor job of it. It’s like watching your four year old toddler cheat brazenly at a game he’s playing with you, with him fully believing you’re not paying attention. It’s like watching a con gamer failing catastrophically at pulling a three-card monte. It’s like…
It’s a little bit like this scene from The Dover Boys of Pimento University, come to think of it:
Seriously, though. Really? Forbidding words? Do you think that works in this day and age in this country? Especially now, when you’ve got a lot of us pissed off enough that we’re starting to vote in Democrats to key places just to get you guys to fucking stop the stupid shit already?
I mean, I could just let this pass just like every other dumbass thing you’ve been doing this past year in the misguided attempt that you even understand how to run an administration, let alone a government or a country. I could just wait and listen for the inevitable death rattle of your party until it self-combusts. I’m less pissed off about your fuckery and more pissed off that you’re just wasting all of our goddamn time and money. So many things could get done if you would just stop trying to kick your long-dead horse back to life.
In the meantime, we’ll be here, still making a noise. Still being who we are. Still looking out for each other. Waiting for the rest of you to come to your fucking senses.
We’ll be here making that noise for as long as it’s needed. As Happy Harry Hard-On said way back in 1990, we’ll talk hard.
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