Tuesday, March 25

Missing Something

“Because I said so!” must be in the top 3 famous last words we hated to hear from our mom and swore to never repeat when we were a parent. The injustice and total arrogance of it made us crazy! It didn’t matter it usually exploded from maternal lips as a last resort to some over-worked, nagging scheme on our part. It was so unfair! This four word statement was a nuclear momspeak for “the issue is CLOSED” and "I AM the Supreme Being". It was, and she was.

This week a momspeak back-fired in a big way on someone who was accustomed to the authoritative, final say it had always evoked ~ until now. It is every press secretary's worst nightmare: with unoriginal flair the press is calling it “Snipergate”; which unless you’ve been in a hole ~ you already know all about.

Basically, Hillary says she dodged bullets during her 1996 goodwill visit to Bosnia and reality begs to differ. As you might imagine any First Lady’s foreign excursions to a war zone would be generously documented. This trip with her daughter Chelsey was no exception. We see on film her red carpet-like reception, her maternal exchange with the little Bosnian girl, dignitaries and soldiers all smiling and hand-shaking right there on the tarmac out (shudder) in the “open”. 12 years later and vigorously campaigning for President, why would she suddenly decide flamboyant, Rambo-esque embellishments could possibly go unchallenged?

Apparently this is the season of headlining-style 'what were they thinking?!' missteps:

$80,000 hooker ones in NYC (misamazing!)

Thousands of lurid Detroit mayoral text mismessages


and rabidly racist psycho pastor tantrums
that are incredibly mislistened.

Oh yeah, and the misfootsied men's bathroom I'm resigning no wait I changed my mind I'm really not gay and my groveling confession doesn't count thing...


Then there are some people who should have thought of creative vocabulary to explain themselves..........but didn't.



And of course, the ultimate Miss Misspeak whose colossal manglement of the language and concept of world geography we all marveled at, like such as - in a nice way.

Damage control now in furious full-swing, Hillary apologized for her “mistake”, added pretty casually it proves she “is human”, and claims she “misspoke”. (Clinton says she says “hundreds of thousands of words in a day”, and it could happen to anyone, you know.) As a last-ditch validation, she asserts she got it right in her book.

A lot of talking heads are very well versed on how Clinton might have been acting-out on her experience theme or other semi-logical suppositions...but I think Hillary is a little stunned her Clinton Aura has not catapulted her to a position of certain victory she had assumed it would long ago ~ this can explain her odd urge to fabricate swashbuckling drama. Ironically, the Bosnian trip was a great success. The truth was good enough!

Her campaign need not nanny-nanny-boo-boo blame the Bosnian film clip on Obama’s camp as another “personal” dig; the whole event did not happen in a vacuum and can hardly be considered personal when she said it and we can see it.

Another point that bugs me; her daughter was with her. Maybe it's just me, but - if I am dodging sniper bullets and running for my life, I’m pretty sure there would be no chance I would misremember that. If my little girl was also in danger, I know I would definitely remember exactly what happened every heart-racing, running step of the way.

But then, if I were Hillary, now might be a good time to remember how I went proud and loud to the public about a “right wing conspiracy” over “that woman”. She missed her mark in history way back then! When Bill finally quit trying to define the meaning of “it” and admitted he did ruin Monica’s dress, all of womanhood would have lauded her and given her Respect for Life if she had dumped him right then, in the White House.

But she didn’t. And our self-generated culture of political correctness has insinuated a far more innocent slant to telling a lie ~ we can dismiss it and better yet, we can understand it by demurely terming it a “misspeak”. It seems to be an easy out most of our politicians, CEO’s and people of influence rely on, a lot.

Why oh WHY do people who are smart, talented, articulate and like, totally advantaged - resort so easily to language that mocks the listener?

I did some research on the relatively recent popularity of misspeak. From an accreditation and continuing professional education course, I found an interesting tutorial in Communication Skills For Managers Fourth Edition (Sherberg $79.95). Here we are introduced to 'Weasel Words':

"It’s tempting to sneer at people who use weasel words-until we stop to realize that we all use them. It’s becoming rarer and rarer these days to read a newspaper or watch TV or listen to a speech without encountering words designed to cover up or distract or mislead. Inevitably, some of these words and phrases make their way into our vocabularies. Suddenly, without even thinking about it, we find ourselves talking about “misspeaking” when we mean “lying,” “limited success” when we mean “failure,” and “inventory shrinkage’’ when we mean “shoplifting.”

This is great stuff! There has got to be a lot of handy applications for weasel words most of us are mislooking. I'm human, too. I haven't tried counting how many words I say in a day, but there are too many things I have needlessly accepted full responsibility for with little to show for it.

I am planning on utilizing this socially accepted way to deceive and dupe just as soon as I decide which story suits my ego more; saving an orphan baby from a mad dog or a cheetah, or thwarting a terrorist attack on Rose Lane School at Kindergarten dismissal time. If the crossing guard, school bus drivers, parents, school staff and the cheetah contradict my claim, I can shrug it off and say, “Oopsie! I guess you got me. I misspoke.” You'll understand, right?

* Credits & Disclaimers:
Amazing cheetah reference credited to 13 yr. old Rachel E. Tanner
This blog was not Hillary bashing. A lot of other unbelievable goof-ups were matter-of-factly acknowledged.

6 comments:

Cynthia said...

I think your photo would look great in the corner of the newspaper page for your new opinions column. Wait, not a newspaper, . . . a national magazine. Yeah, you should have your own column. But what to name it? Wait! I know you have a knack for titles. Get on that, would you?
(but don't ever quote anything that I have ever said. I never misspeak)

Yaj said...

Since Rachel would want to comment before me (I seem to beat her regularly, to her chagrin), I will wait until she does...

Yaj said...

Okay, I gave her a shot... Imagine holding a light bulb in your right hand and screwing it into the socket. That is the same motion the queen uses when she waves (same with Barbie at the Macy's parade in New York). I suspect we won't be seeing HER using that wave at the miscoronation, when someone, other than her highness, continues the doublemisspeak. Then we can all decide on what the meaning of "mis" is... One would not bashing to wonder if the world can take another 4 or 8 years of that soap opera. Then again, what is that rock n' roll line about the new boss being the same as the old?

P.s. I thought the excellent "cheetah" image, had it been used, would have really sealed it for me. It was the purrfect suggestion...

rachel tanner said...

I don't think that fourteen minutes is enough time for me to gather my thoughts. Maybe if you would have given me fifteen minutes, I might have been able to right a decent comment.

Is "misspoke" even a word? Who are these people? MISSPEAKING IS A CRIME, and I should deal with them personally.

P.S. Brother M., It is really the thought that counts.

Yaj said...

Miss Rachel - okay, next time it is 15 minutes. And, you're rite, it would be the write thing to do to right a decent comment. Did I misspeak?

P.s. I love you too - your comments make my day... ! ;-)

rachel tanner said...

Brother M., there are a million ways-well maybe just a few-to write right. I think any of them would be okay to use at any time. (Just what I think)

P.S. I make everyone's day.