I think it would be most lovely to have the wordsmithing prowess of Donald Rumsfeld. I mean, the man's press conferences are downright poetic. There's a book to prove it. And, apparently, an album of art songs. What's in a name? That which we call a rose grill a slab of = heat a can of
Poetry in motion is one thing. What I want to do is rewrite the dictionary. Rumsfeld would like to redefine insurgency. Actually, what he wants to do is to stop using the word "insurgent" because the word is too good for the people he used to describe with it.
Now, Rumsfeld is not the first to come up with this idea. Shakespeare, or possibly Christopher Marlowe pretending to be Shakespeare, put it this way:
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Regardless, this is absolutely BRILLIANT.
The possibilities, though Orwellian, are ENDLESS.
This whole who-uncovered-the-CIA-agent mess? Didn't actually happen the way people think it did. See, someone decided that "Valerie Wilson's husband" was a better name for a colonial seamstress than "Betsy Ross." "Couldn't find" was ever so much better than "sewed the first." "Yellowcake" is just so much more descriptive than "American flag." It's very simple, you see. No one was actually talking about weapons of mass destruction they said "Valerie Wilson's husband couldn't find yellowcake." It was just a third-grade history lesson gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Now I need to go see about dinner. I think I will grill a slab of nice, juicy filet mignon for dinner, where
nice = cheap
juicy = salty
filet = vegetable soup
mignon = from Target.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
grill a slab of = heat a can of