Of Honey and Vinegar

Honey, Honeycomb, Sweet
Piixaay

The power of words is immense. Ideas have the ability to sway emotions, and to spawn their own natural offspring. How one presents these ideas, however, has the power to stifle or to nurture the core message. What is said must have merit if it is to truly have sway, or at least it should be so. But history has shown that golden ideas misrepresented or construed have failed, where ideas bearing no nobility have encouraged crowds to do the unthinkable whether they are from some podium in Munich or in Washington DC.

I value logic. I embrace semantics and philosophical truths. Yet, I have to acknowledge that rhetoric has the ability to obscure truth, to make emotion override reason, and to lead to a lessening of the collective good. That being the case I must respond to Fandango’s question: “In the context of blogging and writing, what do you think is more important: what you say or how you say it?,” that it is how you say it that matters most.

What we write and blog is diminished if our ideas are poorly framed. What we post is as susceptible to dismissal because of “bad writing” as any other form. If we annoy with our grammar, we lose the readers heart. Furthermore, no matter how true our premise, or sound our conclusion, if it offends because of a lack of tact, we have often lost the battle. “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” it has been said. It is here that I risk losing support for my well-considered response by equating my readers with flies. Trust me, however, that you are neither small minded insects, or nuisance-some bugs, but the mirrors of, we the bloggers’ inner voices.


Padre

Cliché

Barbie, Doll, Waving, Wave, Hello
Pixabay

It is amazing how quickly good intentioned practices become mere cliché. Greetings do this. “How do you do?” is not so much an enquiry as to someone’s well being as it is a formal hello. The response of “Quite well, thank you,” is the expected retort, as the asker does not genuinely want to know your life story. “Howdy,” while less formal, still generally expects no deep response, though a rustic “Fair to middl’n,” seems an appropriate response. While some in the USA might actually care to hear how someone is doing, the British are far less eager to hear. “How are you,” should be greeted with an “Okay, and you?” or an “All right.” Lately however this has morphed into an “Allright?,” which is responded to with an “Allright.”

Another thing that has my hackles up a bit is the insistence of many Americans to thank Veterans for their service. While the acknowledgement of service is appreciated, it become cliché when it becomes a constant, as a by rote exercise rather than a statement of true appreciation.

Heartfelt gestures are always appreciated by me, and I am sure this is true of most people. But please say what you mean, and mean what you say; and if you mean to be mean, then just don’t say anything.


Padre

FOWC with Fandango — Service

Plural Confusion

Pixabay

One goose is goose

Two gooses are geese

On moose is moose

But two mooses aren’t meese

One mouse is a mouse

Two mouses are mice

One house is house

But two houses aren’t hice

Plurals of confusion

Terms that confound

And is couples or pairs –

When one and one you compound?


Padre

Before Gen Z

Red Telephone Booth
Mike at Pexels

Way back in the olden days

A phone was in a red box

And by the call you did pay

Coins were needed

And the time went by quick

Only the rich had mobiles 

And they were the size of bricks

A phone was a phone

No camera or text

And dial was a rotary

No buttons to press

And yet we each day did survive

Even without a phone – we stayed alive

So do not tell me you have too much to say

Especially to those with whom you’ve spent the day

What is it that cannot wait?

Just wait till tomorrow you chatter-lust to sate

 

Padre

 

 

 

 

 

 

“We Interrupt This Programme.”

Pearl Harbor, Ship, Warship, Destroyed
Pixabay

Six-year-old, Alice was dancing with her doll to the music on the radio.  Suddenly, the music stopped and a man’s voice said, “We interrupt this programme with an important bulletin.  The United States’ fleet in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii has been attacked by air and naval forces of the Empire of Japan.  I repeat, the American fleet has been attacked in Hawaii.”

Alice ran to tell her mother. 

“Mother, the Umpire of Japan attacked Hawee.”

Her mother instantly went pale, and stared out into their Nebraska pasture. 

“Mother, where is Hawee?” the little girl asked.

“Too close, Darling.  Too close.”

 

Padre

 

Flash Fiction Challenge: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes something heard on the radio. It can be from any station or era. What is heard? A song, announcement, ad? Think of how radio connects people and places. Go where the prompt leads!


Eavesdropping

Sculpture, Bronze, The Listening
Pixabay

While eavesdropping –

What’s it that I hear?

Bad ideas – and that’s clear!

Surely that won’t work,

It’s not done that way.

He should know better – who cares if he’s the boss,

If he sticks with that decision,

Well, it will be his loss.


Padre

dVerse

Karen

Woman, Girl, Young, Human, Female

Pixabay

 

“Your verbal hygiene is atrocious,” Amy said in disgust.

“What?  Does my breath stink?” Karen said, putting a hand across her mouth to speak. “And isn’t the term supposed to be ‘oral’ hygiene?”

“No, there isn’t anything wrong with your breath.  And ‘verbal’ is exactly what I meant to say.  Do you even listen to the diseased crap that comes out of your mouth?  No wonder you mom named you Karen.”

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Verbal

Skip

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“Ed – Mate, I really don’t get you.  I am starting to wonder if you listen to a single word I say,” Gareth ranted.

“What?  I did exactly what you said!” Ed challenged.

“Okay.  Tell me exactly what I told you to do.” Gareth replied.

“You said, go into Felixstowe and order a skiff.  Then you said to have it delivered here by noon today.  That’s exactly what you said.”

“Skip!  I said, ‘Order a skip’.”

“Ah – um, skip?” Ed repeated un-surely.

“Yes, a skip so we can clear out the workshop,” Gareth reiterated.

“It is a nice skiff though, don’t you thing?  And I got a really good price,” Ed said after a long pause.

“Skip!” Gareth repeated.

 

Padre

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #92

 

 

Half Truths and Prevarication

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Dachau Gate^

 

The way to control your people

Is to lie and then lie again

Make the lies so huge and colossal

That there’s no doubt that they could be pretend*

 

And then when you think you’ve got them

Half truths and prevarications extend

Be it a Dachau or Oswiecim

On people’s hopes and fears depend**

 

If you want to convince your people

Of your need to go to war

Tell them that mass destruction awaits them

In 45 minutes  – not a moment more

 

Remind the public often

They live in a democracy

Where everyone’s free and equal –

Just maybe – not as much as thee

 

Padre

 

*The Big Lie

**Doublespeak

^”Work Makes You Free” A Doublespeak