Words, What Even Are They?

I just posted a video by Jon Stewart talking about this subject.  The next comment I read was by Susan, her link below, who reminded me of a post she made on this same subject.  I am going to repost it because I think it will help all of us dealing with the tRump supporters, the Covid deniers, the people who simply can not accept or see reality.   Hugs.  Scottie

A theory of Trump’s America

MICHAEL IAN BLACK

JUN 02, 2024

 

A theory regarding the continued disconnect between Trump objectors and Trump supporters: the divide occurs between those who believe words have meaning and those who do not.

We can trace the beginning of this divide to the moment Trump first announced his candidacy when he famously said of immigrants, “They’re rapists, they’re murderers, and some, I assume, are good people.” Those of us who believe words have meaning interpreted that to mean “They’re rapists, they’re murderers, and some, I assume, and good people.”

Those who would go on to support Trump heard those words differently. They heard some version of “immigrants are bad.” The distinction is important because it highlights the problem with covering this candidate. When somebody deploys weapons with the carelessness and frequency of Donald Trump, it makes it impossible to analyze his every bizarre utterance. How does one separate the bull from the shit?

 

But the Trump supporter listens to the diarrhetic stream-of-conscious ramblings of their champion and hears soaring rhetoric. The lies, the exaggerations, the threats, the cruelty. They don’t hear any of it. They hear notions: strength, greatness, power. For them, every time he walks out onto a stage double-dick-sucking to the strains of YMCA, it’s Lincoln at Gettysburg. Only better, because Lincoln only spoke for a few minutes, whereas Trump rambles on for ninety minutes at a go.

I really think we’re hearing two different speeches. His supporters are taking in one set of cogent, well-prepared remarks and we’re hearing, well, we’re hearing what he’s actually saying, in all of its crackpot lunacy.

If words have meaning, and Trump’s speaks his words truthfully, then Trump is the greatest president in American history, done more for American Black people than Abraham Lincoln, is a genius – and a stable one at that, his inauguration was the most highly watched inauguration in history, he won California in 2016, as well as the national popular vote, and he won the entire election in 2020. But that’s only if words have meaning.

If words don’t have meaning, we could interpret those same remarks any way we want. We can take him literally or seriously, or literally but not seriously, or seriously but not literally, or we can just assign any random meaning to his words the way the government assigns meaningless code words when naming secret operations so that anybody who hears those words would have no idea what they’re supposed to mean. If words have no meaning, why should anybody get upset when you call their nation a “shithole country” or you call one of The Apprentice contestants “a n—”? Why should anybody disbelieve anything you say when you haven’t said anything to begin with?

 

Michael Cohen was probably both correct and incorrect when he discussed the way Trump talks “in code,” but that people close to him understand what he’s saying. No doubt Trump talks in mob-influenced patois: “Our friend David is taking care of it,” because that sort of vaguery relieves Trump of responsibility from a misinterpretation of his intentions. When somebody screws up, it’s never Trump’s fault. How could it be? If they had only listened to what he said, they would have done the job right the first time. Of course, they had listened to what he said but didn’t understand what he meant because it’s unlikely Trump knew what he meant.

Because – and this is the key point – Donald Trump is dumb.

We know this because people who both know the man and believe that words have meaning have said he’s dumb. One of his professors at Wharton, William Kelly, called Trump “the dumbest goddamned student I ever had.” His first Secretary of State, Rex Tillerson, called Trump a “fucking moron.” General John Hyten said about Trump, “the president is an idiot.” His first Secretary of Defense, General James Mattis, said Trump is “like a fifth of sixth grader.” I’m sure he didn’t mean it as an insult to fifth or sixth graders.

Dumb people don’t read. They don’t speak with precision. They don’t understand nuance. They have no sense of humor. They often an exaggerated sense of self. They possess unearned confidence. Does this sound like anybody you know?

Which isn’t to say Trump isn’t also a genius. He is. That’s what makes him a unique American figure. Trump understands the dark side of human nature better than most. He understands fear and greed, and mines his own fear and greed to inspire others to feel as bleakly about humanity as he feels about himself. The words don’t matter because the sentiment is so powerful.

Rhetoric fails in his firehose of emotion. It’s the great gift of the autocrat, to inject words with the same shit they put under the skin of supermarket rotisserie chickens to make them so delicious. We know it’s bad for us, but we choose to ignore it because it tastes so good. Trump knows he’s injecting poison into the bloodstream of the American body politic but doesn’t care. Worse, he celebrates it because bile is his mother’s milk.

I apologize for all the Trump stuff lately. As the election nears, it’ll probably continue. But maybe you like it, in which case, toss a little sub my way? As my hero once asked, “What the hell do you have to lose?”

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The Trump voter is unreachable because the words one would use to convince the Trump voter are words that voter has already rejected. Words like “election,” “flag,” “nation,” “citizen,” “immigrant.” These, and probably hundreds of other words, no longer mean the same thing to me as they do the Trump voter because Trump himself has twisted them into levers of governmental oppression. Even the word “guilty,” repeated 34 times this week, now means something other than what it means.

I worry we’ve lost America, not because of any single candidate, but because the language itself has been cleaved in two. The language itself has become so politicized that we can no longer even understand each other. We’ve made a Babel of America, and I don’t know how we learn to understand each other again.