Saturday, August 8, 2015

George Carlin On Euphemisms

In the age when torture has become "enhanced interrogation techniques"; when the rich are "job creators"; when murdered children are "collateral damage"; it is good to remember these brilliant words from the late, great, George Carlin.

It is also good to remember that the phrase "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder" has now been officially changed in American English to "PTSD", a totally lifeless non-threatening acronym, totally devoid of even pity and with an almost whiny feel to it.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

No Witnesses

  I watched a program called "One Day in Auschwitz". The narrator tells about how Nazis's continued killing Jews long after there was any reason. Not that being Jewish is a reason to be executed. But once the Germans were losing the war and German soldiers were dying by the thousands in the bitter cold at the Russian front from being poorly fed and poorly equipped, the Nazis continued to divert resources to the killing machine that was Auschwitz.
 Holocaust survivor Kitty Hart-Moxon narrates this  story in the hope that it not be forgotten and will never happen again. I had no ancestors die in the war. But her summation sheds light on why my mother continued to destroy my sister and myself even though she was at the end of her life. Moxon says the Nazi regime could never let the barbaric acts in the camps leak to the outside world. They knew what they did was an abomination and letting people survive would be to have the world know how cruel and inhuman this supposedly advanced civilization was. So they continued killing prisoners and  burning structures to the foundations. Anything to destroy evidence that the camp existed and to wipe the slate clean about it's purpose. I am sure that  my mother thought  by effectively ending our existence and any evidence of our existence, she could deny all the things we knew to be the truth and continue to control the narrative of her life from beyond the grave.
 The murder and robbery that was long forgotten but still public record if one cared to look in the right place. Her numerous affairs with married men that broke up more than one marriage. How my sister and I grew up without a father because of her callous and reckless handling of the hearts of others. All evidence of her wrong doing would cease to exist if we ceased to exist.  By killing us literally, or by killing us symbolically by ruining our credibility, would leave no one behind to tarnish her angelic persona with something as bothersome as the truth.  

  Prehistoric civilizations have done this for years. Megalomaniac dictators burned books and smashed  evidence of previous kingdoms down to chiseling offending faces off of statues. Even though my mother is deader than dead. I think it's safe to say the driving force behind her eventual destruction of our family can be described in two words.