Mind your language

Language is not just the thing we use to communicate, nor just the thing we use to describe the world around us, on a more fundamental level, language is the programming code that we operate on, day to day.

People have known from the earliest times that control of language was control of society, and it doesn’t matter if that control is exerted by an evil genius who knows and understands every aspect of that control, or if that control is exerted by a political group of people who have no real understanding of conscious appreciation of what they are doing, apart from a sort of collective animal cunning.

At various times in history and in various places and languages on the globe black people were referred to by their origin (Niger area) or their colour (Negro) and indeed when I was a small boy Robinson’s preserves always featured a picture of a Golliwog on the label.

Due to the nature of language the Golliwog mention above identifies me as someone who was in the UK in the sixties, if not English. The USA equivalent of the Golliwog being Little Black Sambo. (Credence Clearwater was originally known as Golliwog)

In the sixties I could have said “I’m feeling a bit queer.” And nobody would have thought I was expressing homosexual tendencies, but nowadays the word has become inextricably linked to homosexuality, as have so many other words, all of which used to have their own, quite different, meanings and uses, “gay”, for example used to mean “happy”.

“Slave” has been pretty much taken over to mean “Black African American Slave” to the exclusion of all other forms of slavery, yet I am sitting typing this only a few miles from a historic port associated with Lord Nelson, and between here and there is the last thing to be built by slave labour in the UK, just over 100 years ago now, it is a wall, not much of a wall to look at, just a wall, but the slaves in question were all white.

In some cases the subversion of language has been quite blatant and deliberate, “…to Hoover the floor…” is a direct and deliberate result of a marketing campaign, but it other cases it has been far more subtle, “…I saw the rioting in Egypt…” when in fact you have never been anywhere near Egypt, but you did see a short segment of TV programming while sat in the comfort of your own home… it could have been Mogadishu or Timbuktu for all you know…

I am sat here typing this in England, in a small City of population 100,000, with buildings over 1,000 years old, and history seeping through every crack in the pavement, around English towns and cities today you can find many old streets, and plenty of them will now be called Grape Street, because some time in the last 200 years we re-defined language, these Grape Streets were all called Gropecunt Street, because that was where you went to grope some cunt, these were the streets where the whores were.

John Smith, John Cooper, John Wright, John Skinner, again all names that told you exactly what the man did for a trade, things used to mean exactly what they said on the tin.

The Victorians certainly were responsible for a lot of this “cleaning up” of the language, Tolpiddle was renamed Tolpuddle (piddle is piss) which you may know from the Tolpuddle Martyrs and the foundation of the modern workers’ rights and trades union movements.

But perhaps because this assault on language had not really begun in earnest by 1834, it was possible for a simple farm hand of no status and no special education to write on a scrap of paper when sentenced;

God is our guide! from field, from wave,
From plough, from anvil, and from loom;
We come, our country’s rights to save,
And speak a tyrant faction’s doom:
We raise the watch-word liberty;
We will, we will, we will be free!

I have a hard time imagining the modern equivalent, an AVERAGE thirty year old, raised in the internet age with his John Deere cap and Simpsons tee shirt, being able to UNDERSTAND this, much less compose it…

Why? Genetically the modern man is the equivalent of George Loveless, and there certainly wasn’t any education system of note in 1810 rural England for the peasants, and there certainly weren’t publically available resources like libraries or the internet, it just doesn’t make sense…

Until you consider that in George Loveless’ day, words meant what they said, and that means that 1830 English is a foreign language, as foreign as Latin, because today the meaning of words is constantly shifting, constantly under attack, and almost never what they meant when we ourselves were children.

No man who has been through a divorce of child custody battle, or been falsely accused of domestic violence or sexual abuse, can have anything but a 100% gut wrenching resonance with this scenario, where you feel like you have woken up in an episode of the Twilight Zone, surrounded by apparently rational human beings, who are nevertheless speaking some strange language which uses exactly the same words as the language you know, but with quite different meanings…

You are experiencing, directly, the “Man out of his time” scenario where the meanings of words have changed sufficiently since you learned your native tongue as a child that you are now a foreigner in your own country.

Many groups (unsurprisingly lexicographers and dictionary salesmen and wordsmiths) celebrate this constant evolution of language, how wonderful, “tweet” has been added to the Oxford English Dictionary as a verb.

Tweeting is no longer something birds do, it is something sad cunts do over the internet.

One is song, the other is cacophony, white noise.

To be a Man or to be Male is now to be a sad cunt, or worse still, a suspicious cunt, or even a dangerous cunt, if not all three. You can’t tune in to the mainstream media without a constant background hum of misandry, men are evil cunts.

When I was a child human beings were exactly the same as they are now, which is to say exactly the same as they were 1,000 years ago, which is to say exactly the same as they were in Roman times. This is FACT.

Yet when I was a child I would think nothing of asking a random stranger for help… back in those days BOAC were quite used to “unaccompanied minors” which meant 11 year old boys and girls making their own way from rural schools, often on overnight sleeper trains, to Heathrow Airport Terminal 3 for a long haul international flight on a Comet or 707 or maybe one of the brand new Vickers planes, for all points of the globe to visit the parents during school holidays, and back again a few weeks later, three times a year.

The flights were half full of children, and I know for a fact I was not the only one who delighted in a cancelled or delayed flight that meant an extra hotel stay and if you had enough time a chance to wander off into London and see the sights.

Random strangers, for their part, had nothing to fear from an 11 year old boy or 11 year old girl wandering up and asking for directions to Victoria Station, nor anything to fear from saying “I’m going that way, hop in.”

People have not changed, not in themselves, not in their nature, what has changed in the 35 years since this small boy was wandering literally half way around the world and back, by himself, 3 times a year, is that the language has moved along apace, and with the changes in language come changes in environment, because we use language to describe our environment, and which the changes in language come changes in social programming, because we use language to write out social programming codes.

The modern man, or woman, reading George Loveless’ words above, can no more empathise with and understand them than they can empathise with and understand my story of why it was perfectly safe for an 11 year old boy to make his own way half way around the world.

“Perfectly safe” did not mean “zero risk” which is literally an impossible state, yet one which we seek to attain today, “Perfectly safe” meant “healthier than the alternatives, such as wrapping them up in cotton wool”

We are surrounded, constantly, with constantly shifting definitions of words in our language.

If you could create a time machine and grab an adult male from 1950 and zap him into 2011, give him a crash course in computers and the internet, and let him loose upon the blogs and forums and discussion boards of the world, far from some asinine joke about that 1950’s man finding himself banned from more websites than anyone else in the history of the internet within a month, that 1950’s man would in fact be in deep shit with the Law, well on his way to being banned from using the internet for his “abuse” of bleeding heart self interest groups the world over… IF HE WAS LUCKY.
Mad Men indeed…. More debasement and fantasy and re-definition of what everything means.

If he was unlucky he will be dead or in prison.

In 1950 we had black people, homosexuals and rapists and paedophiles, we had them in EXACTLY THE SAME PROPORTIONS OF HUMANITY AS WE HAVE THEM TODAY, and yet, try today publishing a best-selling children’s story featuring three child characters called “Golly” and “Wog” and “Nigger”, walking down the road arm in arm singing a nursery rhyme about Ten Little Niggers, a nursery rhyme about ten people who had done evil things who were tricked into going to an island where they were met with their comeuppance, and died one by one.

When I was a small child we sand nursery rhyme about “ring a ring a roses” a rhyme about the Black Death, the “ring a roses” being the skin lesions, and the refrain “atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down” was referring to dying from the Plague.

This did not scar us for life, this did not make us misogynists, or racists, or anything else, it did not in any way change our nature as innocent children.

The Brothers Grimm would be subject to a fatwa and incarcerated for hate speech.

We used to speak of something awful being “Decimation”, and we knew we were talking about the Latin root of the word, one in ten being killed in retribution, now we speak of gang rape and abuse because some stupid blonde bitch who stuck two fingers up at local mores and customs got pushed and shoved a little bit… strangely the rolling cameras (trust me, cameramen will continue filming as the knife that kills them plunges into their own heart) did not capture even one second of this alleged atrocity… which means it never happened… and yet, the assault on the language continues apace, and relatively unchallenged.

Yet, as we can see by referring again to the words of George Loveless, this attempt to make “perfectly safe” into “zero risk”, an unattainable goal, by constantly re-defining language and thus re-defining the world around us and thus re-defining our own internal programming language which we use to function in society, has no had any positive benefits at all.

On the contrary, the results are all negative in the extreme, we have rendered the programming and descriptive language which we use to define the world and our function within the world into garbage, the programming language is so broken that it is now functionally impossible for it to produce anything but garbage, which is how and why we find ourselves in a world where instead of every single 30 year old farm labourer being a cross between a Renaissance Man and a CIS-Human Da Vinci with the knowledge and experience of the world one click away, we find ourselves in a world were not one single 30 year old farm labourer can even begin to hope to be the equal of a man from rural Dorset in 1830, before gas lighting, before electricity, before the internal combustion engine, before the standardisation of screw threads.

And it is upon this foundation of Idiocracy that we hope to build a sustainable technological society.

To quote the late Carl Sagan;

“We’ve arranged a soci­ety based on sci­ence and tech­no­logy, in which nobody under­stands any­thing about sci­ence and tech­no­logy.
And this com­bust­ible mix­ture of ignor­ance and power, sooner or later, is going to blow up in our faces.
I mean, who is run­ning the sci­ence and tech­no­logy in a demo­cracy if the people don’t know any­thing about it?”

This is the reality of the world in the year of our lord 2011.

The reality is the assault on language has progressed to such an extent that only a Technocrat, an Engineer in the true sense of the word, can actually understand what Carl Sagan was saying, in much the same way that nobody can understand George Loveless.

It isn’t just the special interest women’s groups who have been assaulting our language, and telling us that Tom & Jerry is violent and racist, and that everyone born with a penis is a predatory paedophile and rapist, the Gaia types have made similar assaults on the language of science, global warming is not climate change is not weather, confused? You will be, that is the whole fucking point.

To keep you confused and off balance and scared.

We can’t even teach carbon dating and fossil records as fact any more, it has to give equal brain and language time to the patently absurd idea that the world was created in 7 days around 2,000 years ago, and crude oil (which requires millions of years to produce) is just a bit cosmic joke my God testing our Faith.

These stupid cunts shouldn’t even be allowed to vote, much less hold any positions of authority, and in George Loveless’ day they would not have been given so much power, but the constant assault on language is exactly the territory that ALL of these classes of human beings must inhabit and make their own.

It is implicit in their very survival.

Read Aesop and the tale of the Scorpion and the Frog, these stupid cunts will gladly kill us all rather than abandon their mission to constantly redefine language in order to corrupt our description of the world around us and corrupt our social programming in order to find an ecological niche in which they can survive.

There is a story in yesterdays UK news about a local government councillor/official in the Tory (Conservative) party who was also a member of the Outlaws M/C, a renegade bike club of the same type as Hells Angels M/C.

Without exception all the first comments (before the comments were pulled and the story closed down) were obviously from men, and all went along the lines of “Jesus, the guys in the Club are going to be upset when they find out he was a Tory!” (to Americanise the joke “Hells Angels are going to be really pissed when they find out xxx was a Republican”)

Time and time again we see it, stories about False Rape Accusers are run with no commenting allowed, then there is a story about a rapist, again in yesterdays news there are pictures of a chap who has been arrested and charged, but not convicted, with women, with captions like “accused person’s name, redacted by me, who faces child sex charges, photographed with a woman”

OH MY FUCKING GOD!! A man accused of child sex charges was photographed with a WOMAN!!!! This must indeed be the end times, quick, declare a national emergency, put the army on the streets, declare war on something or other.

No, my friends, these people will never give up as long as they live, whatever their stated goals, the methodology always centres around constantly attacking and re-defining our language.

It has gotten to the point that it is no longer to use any of the modern language, which is already debased, to contest this battle with them.

Our only available resort and resource is to stick to our linguistic roots, very heavily laden with good old anglo saxon expletives. Use the word CUNT at every opportunity, just as we used to use Smith and Cooper and Skinner.

Take back our language, which we describe the world with, which we programme our social selves with.