It occurred to me (in the middle of the night) that a good response to the current politics-speak was the following poem:
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe . . .
Beware the Jabberwocky, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The furious Bandersnatch! . . .
He took his vorpal sword in hand . . .
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back . . .
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'" Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass
Alice says in response that this seems to fill her head with ideas; she just doesn't know exactly what they are. I think that the language of the poem is a lot like our politics-speak, which also seems meant to fill our heads with ideas, but those ideas upon careful examination also don't make much sense.
Ah well, meanwhile, have a frabjous day!
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