A few thoughts about why we are confused
Confusing the populace was not a difficult task. The designers cleverly picked a confusing language to set up the system — English.
Except for a few nouns and phrases that mostly come from the world of modern technology, not one word in the English language is original. Every word has roots in another language.
If you don’t believe me, check your dictionary. The etymology or origins of words are found after the definitions. Most English words come from Latin, Greek, French, or Middle English.
Trust me, Middle English has little or nothing to do with the English language of today. Although expert opinions differ, Middle English words also have roots from other languages in the Celtic, Gaelic, and Germanic groups.
The following is an example of Middle English: “Syan wæs geworden æt he ferde urh a ceastre and æt castel: godes rice prediciende and bodiende. and hi twelfe mid.”
When translated into Modern English as we understand it, for all I know this could mean, “Attention Wal-Mart shoppers, your children are being held hostage at the customer service counter.” Middle English and Modern English apparently cannot share space in the same sentence and be understood by people in the Aquarian age.
The point is: it is possible that our country cannot adopt English as an official language because it isn’t really a language. It’s a clumsy way of communicating using a bunch of borrowed words.
A good example of the clumsiness is in a word like “patient.” The word is both a noun and a verb. Do not get them confused. The verb has nothing to do with the noun.
A patient is a person who is receiving medical treatment. A patient person is someone who is able to wait for long periods without getting annoyed, anxious or angered.
A “patient” who has been waiting for two hours to get treatment in a doctor’s office is not “patient.” See — we’re confused already.
Medical doctors have patients. They are their customers. However, if the doctor being discussed is a psychiatrist, that no longer holds true.
Psychiatrists have “clients.” Why? Because some person decided that “patients” are sick people and that is a stigma for anyone under the care of a psychiatrist. People might actually think that person is sick in the head or just plain nuts.
Whoever declared this as true is probably the same person who wrote the rules for political correctness. That person needs the services of a herd of psychiatrists.
Political correctness is the most confusing, insulting, and demeaning practice that ever befell the English communication system. “Politically correct” by whose authority?
Try finding an answer to that question. In plain American vernacular — “It ain’t gonna happen.”
I believe human beings should be polite in their day-to-day dealings with one another. Without doubt, politeness can be the deciding factor that eases tensions in awkward situations.
However, political correctness spins politeness like politicians spin lies.
According to the advocates of political correctness, anyone who says anything that makes another person feel different from the norm is homophobic, bigoted, anti-Semitic, racist, a misogynist, sexist, or insensitive.
What happened to the crucial importance of plain speaking, freedom of choice and freedom of speech?
According to Philip Atkinson, British author of “A Study of Our Decline,” these are the community’s safeguards against the imposition of tyranny. Indeed, their absence is tyranny.
The practice of political correctness is so ridiculous that nobody is comfortable describing another person.
Apparently, we can say that a male is a “tall, slender, white man,” but if he is “short and obese,” it is politically incorrect to say so, even if he is.
What are we supposed to do, describe him by his hair color and the shape of his head?
If we are to refer to black people as African-Americans, why don’t we refer to white people as European Americans? Neither one of those terms makes any sense. Nonetheless, if we’re going to be politically correct, let’s not be onesided.
Between the shortcomings of our semi-adopted language of American English, and the noisy bleating of a minority mob of politically correct zealots, we have created a country of the chronically confused.
Welcome to a politically challenged life in a system we can’t understand.