Just when we thought we had evolved from drawings splattered on a cave wall to written language with phonetic code and linguistic rules, cheap DIY furniture with diagrams that would embarrass a grade schooler take us back to Bedrock.
Of course, the whole purpose for pictographs and universal symbols is to communicate beyond the ninety-nine different languages already provided in the DIY manuals. The one drawback being… the language to bridge the gap between the languages is a language to itself.
Like… what’s this?
Snowflakes would be reduced to Neanderthal grunts, if it weren’t for their I-device and apps of emojis.
The whole purpose of language is communication. Something we’re not doing. Oh, sure… everyone’s talking. And talking at once. But no one’s listening.
There’s even one entire social media site devoted to one sided communication.
Can an infinite number of chimps on an infinite number of keyboards pound out a social media post that doesn’t accuse everyone else of being a $&#%-ing Nazi?
At the tower of Babel, God added variety to the lingo of the builders (none of which was English, apparently). So, unable to order supplies from the neighboring Home Depot, they abandoned the worksite and wandered off in different directions.
Too bad their blueprints weren’t from Ikea.
We were all at one time immigrants, or the sons thereof. Always mindful of our heritage, we threw off our former selves and became something unique – something not found anywhere else in the world… American.
Those who came before wanted to forever remind us that we were always to be: E Pluribus Unum… “Out of Many, One.” But too many of those who followed have Mad-Lib’d our motto into: E Pluribus Pluribus.
And the “Many” have no interest in joining the rest of us.
They want to take everything we have to offer, except our name. More than exist, they want to co-exist, as a sub-culture of America – Something hyphenated America. With their own markets, their own schools, and their own houses of worship. Not exiles… occupiers.
Diversity doesn’t make us stronger.
[Jeopardy music plays softly:]
Answer: Multiculturalism. Question: What is something else that can't co-exist?
Multiculturalism is a contradiction. It is the death of culture.
By refusing America’s identity and traditions, the multiculturalists will eventually destroy what drew them to America in the first place – that which is uniquely America. And ultimately America.
And for fear of being labeled “racists”, the rest of us refuse to object.
Camaraderie is found in common values… things we can all root for: The Stars and Stripes, balls and strikes, Hanna-Barbera. We don’t have to play on the same team, but it would help if we all played the same game.
The Flintstones of Bedrock may have been prehistoric, and their social media… a hammer and chisel. But at least they made an effort to express themselves in a way that everyone else could understand. (Whatever “Yabba dabba doo!” means.)
Political correctness: Always having to say you’re sorry.
Josie and the Pussycats
What more could any red blooded American boy want in a Saturday morning matinée?
Once Upon a Time…
Miss Piggy was just another muppet until she fell rump over snout for her frog.