Really thought this was a brilliant little blog post, observing the ways language is used to add to our collective confusion:
Everyone knows that America has become a rich tapestry. Rich in the myriad and manifold ways that idiocy now finds expression. This tapestry is woven daily in manners large and small. For sake of completeness, we’ll mention both. In regard to the latter, have you noticed the new fashion for subjects of public adulation to remark on how “humbled” they are by spectacle? It’s almost become as ubiquitous as the more passe “Thank You.” Yet they aren’t actually humbled, are they? Because that isn’t exactly the sensation one feels at being cheered and adored by throngs of slavish votaries. No, humbled would be waking up hung-over in the gutter with your wallet empty except for the phone number of a transvestite prostitute. I suppose the more honestly felt I am a God! would reflect poorly in the morning newspaper. So “humbled” it is. Though because its usage has become an inversion of reality, we can expect it to proliferate in the soup of western society. Before long PUAs will be penning blog posts like Just banged this super-hot, hard-body 9.5 last night. God it was humbling!
I think a similar formulation is the YOLO acronym which has become quite popular with the youths of all ages. You Only Live Once. It seems this has become a customary invocation before engaging in high risk activities. Should I consume a liter of vodka before driving 150mph down the wrong side of a highway? Why not? YOLO! Surely the rhetorical flaw in this philosophy is readily apparent. Because observing that one is burdened with only one available life is a cautionarystatement, not a justification for recklessness. If you have only one, then YOLO! would suggest you treat it carefully. In contrast, living lots of lives (YOLL!) would offer greater latitude in justifying the type of behavior for which American youths have become renowned. Though as mentioned, this is a stupidity ideal for our age.
And as rhetorical gibberish exists on one flank of the moron bell curve, a possible Ebola epidemic in America does on the other. Strangely enough, there’s a predictable symmetry in the two.
While we may only live once, virus mutations are not so constrained. And the gentleman above was, appropriately enough, photographed at the home of the diseased Liberian national that we could have in no good conscience prevented from entering the country. Fortunately enough, Western aid organizations are stockpiling enough food for the “Liberian community” in Dallas to subsist for the next century. And to express their gratitude for our oppressive supplies and healthcare, several family members promptly violated the initial quarantine order.