"Vulnerable" - acrylic on cardboard, 12" x 12". Inquiries. Available at the Olive Stack Gallery.
Today, we take a brief pause in our magical month in lovely Listowel, County Kerry, Ireland.
It seems time marches on in the world outside this enchanted land. In a move which still has me shaking my head in disbelief, the current administration in Washington, D.C. decided to ban words. That's right, in the land of guaranteed free speech, the government has banned one of its own agencies, the Center for Disease Control, from using seven words. On the list: "diversity," "fetus," "transgender," "vulnerable," "entitlement," "science-based" and "evidence-based."
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Before I launch into a tirade, I cannot help but remember the amazing George Carlin and his bit called "Seven Dirty Words." I now want to run through the streets yelling TOPOGRAPHY and PNEUMONIA, just because George says I can.
Note: the video includes bad, dirty, unseemly, foul, bawdy, naughty, saucy, lewd, off-color and other language. If you're sensitive to such, maybe don't watch this one. :)
Or perhaps we could just assign them names. "Transgender" could be referred to as "Sue." "Evidence-based" could be "Stephen." An appendix could be included in each report, allowing the reader to clearly understand the text. I am writing a letter to the CDC with my recommendations as soon as I finish my coffee. I wonder if they will be permitted to read my letter if it includes these banned words? Or will the letter be redacted?
Maybe the CDC could include in its reports hyperlinks to websites that explain these words in lieu of the actual words themselves. The Science Council has a lovely definition on its home page: Science is the pursuit and application of knowledge and understanding of the natural and social world following a systematic methodology based on evidence.
And don't even get me started on the ban of the word DIVERSITY.
While the government continues its march against the use of words, I plan to increase my use of them exponentially. I might even put them on a t-shirt, in case I am so mad I can barely speak.
We now return to our regularly scheduled programming in Listowel.