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When you speak filth, expect filth

Aug 3, 2017 By Betty Starks Case

Does it matter how we communicate? Or attempt to communicate?

Do words really have meaning? If not, what are they for?

I just received a new magazine issue that contains a lot about words. I love it. Simply put, the magazine's main article declares, "Word power increases brain power."

So if some of us, like Anthony Scaramucci, the president's short-lived communication director, see gutter talk as a tool for sharing information, what will happen to our society's brain power?

I started to write this in total disgust of the newly appointed communications director, but thank goodness he was fired before I could get it in print. Television news reports the women in the president's life issued a strong opinion on Scaramucci. Bless them for that.

The first example of his talent as a national communicator told us such filth had nothing to say beyond the obvious fact that Scaramucci lacked a real ability to relay anything of value. People who resort to such crudity to express themselves clearly failed English 101 long ago and have made no attempt to remedy the problem.

I wonder if Scaramucci fancied there was something "creative" on his part here? But his weren't new expressions. They'd been stinking in the old dung pile for years.

I had to smile when I wrote that. I recalled as a child watching dung beetles roll up big balls of the stuff. It was hard to believe the balls were made for them to feed on, to sustain their existence. And yet - doesn't the process sound sort of Scaramucci-like?

Most of the rest of us consider our communicating abilities so far above his that we can barely smell it.

When we choose how we'll talk and how we'll be heard by others, shouldn't we respond with language that can be heard and practiced by our most vulnerable listeners?

My concern involves our children. They do learn from adults, whether we're ready for it or not. Sometimes to our great surprise. Sometimes to our great shame. The modes of transmission are in our homes, on television, iPhones, print material, Twitter, and our own mouths.

Could you feel comfortable hearing language like that of Scaramucci fouling the sweet mouth of a child who couldn't even understand the words she/he uttered?

How would we feel knowing that's the language our little ones learned from us?

Knowing they understood only foul words of expression?

If we continue to allow and to promote in public communication acceptance of such filth as normal, isn't that what we should expect in response?

I firmly believe we who appreciate and honor our American heritage of the English language, one that is spoken, by choice, by more nations on Earth today than any other, must stand up and defend it. Or lose it to garbage.

So here's my credo. I may have shared it before. It remains constant to me.

"Among the many valuable things I've learned in this existence, the one I most treasure is the awareness and awe of the creative force itself, the energy that powers the universe, knowing I move in its flow, can choose to walk in its most shallow waters or wade the mysterious depths.

"My creative leanings are born of respect and wonderment toward love, sex, birth, death and the vast secrets of nature, both human and that of the natural world. They are expressed through writing and art, to me, God-given gifts of communication.

"Publication and speech ask a reliable compass, steering and brakes.

"I follow the sign that reads, 'Drive with prayer.'"

I wonder if Anthony Scaramucci grew from his brief 10-day service to America as a president's communication director?

I wonder if our president learned something about hiring another to speak for him?

The long-admired and respected author known as Mark Twain once wrote, "The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter - it's the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning."

Or between the dung beetle and the bee?

Everyone lives by a creed of some sort. It's generally one of our own choice and design.

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