THE QUIETUDE OF EXASPERATION

In a Utopian world, which is nothing more than the concept of caring and sharing to which I aspire, I'm thinking that the only constraint that is holding a lot of us èn thrall is language, itself.

Verbiage. Much ado, blather, contra, counter, etc. - is all just language. And linguistics. And having worked in Law most of my young career, my own ears tire of the constant slaughter of Legalese, as a language in and of itself.

Even “in and of itself” is a curious entrapment by its own constraints, because “Letter of the Law” is commensurate to how it is enacted, as well as enforced. If there is a way in though, there is automatically a way out. Otherwise, it couldn't exist. These things are known as “Loopholes.” We're not automatically alerted to them, but they make a great defense, come upon a time they accidentally get discovered as having been used. And - of course, will need defense. (Further on, any case-in-point that becomes argued in a court of that same law-making body, will set Precedents that can be argued upon even further down the line, but -- that's not the point, at this point.)

Sentences (harrumph!), are sometimes very amusing by not only the way they are constructed, but also by what they embody, by intent, and that same - furtherance. To bring it to the fore is to take responsibility for its perpetuation as well.

Take this sentence:

The Department of Health and Human Services is spearheading an effort to establish a legal definition of gender as determined “on a biological basis that is clear, grounded in science, objective and administrable.”

Well now!~! That's a loaded one, isn't it? It came as a News Alert!, just so's-ya-knows it's out there. There are a lot of fun actions held within this sentence, from the standpoint of the language that it will be written in, Legalese. The funny part, of course in the premise that something can be founded at all in the notion of being “grounded in science” by the encumbrant administration we have to work with, but the attentant assumption that the objectivism stated is by the assignation of one's innie or outie, assigned upon entry, but that because OF these things, it can be “Administrable.” 

Ooohkay. There's your objective, right there. In Legal terms, something that is administrable, will, of necessity, have to be administrated. So, once this end-point declaration of how any person can refer to their Self by what is foisted upon them at entry will heretofore be monitored by an Agency, and an Enforcement Division of that Agency, by the mere passage of this aforesaid proposed declaration! 

It's a wonderful example of the mobius logic that has us all enraptured, and even rhymes will chime in to the point of this post.

I wrest my case?!

I think that the quietude of the emerging sigh is the sound of disengaging, going to vote, and not fighting back. It just perpetuates the mirrored blather, and I hope that by the time the yackers realize that quiet storm has already left the building, and it's time for the new tenants to move in, that we can fiiinnnaaally get down to the business of business, and get busy being.

Hey. Sumpin's gotta give, right? 

May the curve begin the wave that eases the crisis crashing upon the state of affairs in which we've played.

~

10-21-18;

but surely more news is im-pending..

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Comment by J.P. Hart on October 22, 2018 at 12:00am

straight jacket
a damn cruel~
descriptor~
not once approached~
within scripture~
he who escapes capture~
at play, now~
all that~
bally~blue~who~due~
trance of rapture~
!over!

Comment by Robert B. James on October 22, 2018 at 6:17am

Luckily I was raised under martial law. Sure, there were courts, but just for looks. We took great pride in avoiding them. The greatest threat I never heard was ...I’ll see you in court. When the wave hits the beach...up close its chaos, but the perch can navigate quite successfully in the wash...Except they can’t see a hook, and so are easy to catch as they feed voraciously on the confused creatures tossed in the wash. 

Comment by Ron Powell on October 22, 2018 at 10:51am

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, "the law is a ass — a idiot. If that's the eye of the law, the law is a bachelor; and the worst I wish the law is, that his eye may be opened by experience — by experience."
-----Charles Dickens
Oliver Twist - Wikiquote

Comment by The Songbird on October 22, 2018 at 12:43pm

All; I did not reply by all your names, JP, Ron, and Robert.  (I haven't an Edit.) 

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