ZERO AND THE UNKNOWN FUR
This will be about fur — in a minute.
But first . . . Remember Zero, in Beetle Bailey’s unit?
So . . . ?
Is he not correct? Zero can read the same words as the rest of us and come to a conclusion that makes sense to him. How long would it take for his friends to explain . . . oh, never mind.
It would take lots of effort! And a lot of words!
And words can be a problem too!
I suspect every language has its funny moments. And sometimes we enjoy the fun:
(This is a common American children’s game. The children sit in a circle while another child, let’s say it’s you, walks around the outside of the circle, patting each child on the head, while saying “Duck.” “Duck, duck, duck, duck duck …” until you decide to pat someone on the head, saying “GOOSE!” and that someone has to get up a chase you around the circle and you LOSE unless you get back to that recently vacated space in the circle….. My children in class used to love this game!)
But had had had had duck duck goose are words in our language and words are just about all we have to communicate with each other.
And even, in Zero’s case, when we hear the same words, we may not be seeing the whole picture — or the complete story.
Words fail us. Words escape us. Last Sunday a friend of mine absolutely ruined the first quarter of the Bears game for me.
I had worn this scarf to church:
I wore it with a black coat, but she saw it and liked it — and then asked the “fatal” question: “What kind of fur is that?”
Uh. . . . I know what store I bought it from. I liked the feel of it. It felt very warm. It was pretty. It was affordable. It seems uncharacteristic of me, but all those little details were enough for me at the time. I bought it! I still enjoy it.
I stumbled around for an answer for my friend, and all I could come up with is: It’s not … rabbit. It’s not …ocelot. Its . . It’s …. It’s like that fur trim around the robe of Ol’ King Cole …. That mystified her. She probably didn’t even have the same storybook that I had had as a child! I told her I’d find out.
Half way home in the car I blurted out to myself: “It’s ermine!”
So when I got home and right on through some of the Game, I was at the Internet trying to find out what kind of fur this was. The only thing I found out is that it’s unlikely it’s ermine.
Rabbit? Wrong feel to it. Snow Leopard? Well, I bought it from a Scandinavian store, and as far as I know, there are no snow leopards in Scandinavia.
Well, I know it’s faux fur, of course. All the good furs come from endangered species. I just can’t get the right “word.”
So maybe, like Zero in the cartoon, I can make up a story that makes sense to me.
There’s a serious point to all this mildly humorous stuff.
Zero liked his own answer, and his friends would have had to work hard to give him a whole new understanding, a whole new paradigm of his world. And I could explain to myself that since my scarf really is only fake fur, they could make it look like anything they wanted to and even if it had been sold at a genuine Scandinavian store, that doesn’t mean it has to be from a genuine Scandinavian animal. Scandinavian fake animal. But I don’t want to think that.
I read a serious essay today about Liberalism. It’s hard for me to figure out why all their good words and good intentions lead to such disastrous results for human beings. Freedom? Inclusiveness? Tolerance? Ecumenism? Equality? Sustainability? Affordable? Fair? Unity? Mercy? Safety? Collegiality? Democracy?
All those good words that are used as cudgels against us. Why do they always turn out to mean the opposite of the plain meaning of those words?
The essay I read explained. “The Girondins always prepare the way for the Jacobins.” (Has the knowledge of history been withheld from you in government schools?) Try this, then: “And the Mensheviks prepare the way for the Bolsheviks.” (Same thing, but much closer to our experience.)
If you don’t know what these words reference, then you stand a near 100% chance of being victimized in the near future . . . and because you are victimized, so I will be too, even though I know our history.
The Jacobins and the Bolsheviks and the Progressives and the Gramschi-ites and the Liberals and the Socialists and the Democrats (so-called in America) all have one method in common: They all use words and slogans that mean one thing to us but quite another thing to them. And they ALL have to violate the meaning of their words by doing the opposite of their stated values, because that’s the only way they can make events work for them.
And “them” – they — are now our Rulers.
If we don’t know our history and we are not wise, then we are no smarter than Zero. If we know our history and understand but we do nothing, we are no more effective than Zero’s good friends.
We can tell ourselves whatever story makes sense to us — while the robbers go on and do their work.
Races have to be treated unequally in the name of equality. Affordable healthcare is highly unaffordable to everyone who needs a doctor. People are taught to be intolerant in the name of tolerance. Our Rulers have to force us to do things or not do things to produce their version of freedom.
And now we must hide Truth and Danger in the name of “mercy.”
And we must destroy ourselves to be fair to others . . .
Sustainable sustains nothing and nobody.
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