Interesting insight into the woman who may have been instrumental in bringing us the horror in Washington today.
I’m not going to state the obvious about the quote from James Humes. You can draw your own conclusions. But I would like to point out two things that crowd my thoughts today. The first is an observation, and the second is just plain common sense born from my love of language and using it properly.
First, if a person must tell you all the time that they are smart and great and huge, then I suggest, they really aren’t any of those things at all. Two pieces by John Steinbeck resonate this truth.
“He said, “I am a man,” and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god.”
― John Steinbeck,
Let me modify, this quote from one of my favorite novels. It means he “thinks” he’s “half god.”
“Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.”
― John Steinbeck,
Now to the common sense part of this post. What we say reveals our humanity, integrity, thoughtfulness, and intelligence. The man masquerading as the President of the United States shows none of these things. His vocabulary is limited–someone put a thesaurus on the teleprompters, please–to “very,” “huge,” “sad,” and “fake.”
And the way in which he uses the words makes no sense. The latest is his admission that he believes the media is “fake media.” There is no such thing as “fake” media. It either exists as a form of communication with the public or it does not. It can be dishonest media, abhorrent (he probably doesn’t know the meaning of this word) media, or persistent media. But the fact is, if it is putting out information, whether it’s false or against your beliefs, it is real, not fake.
It’s embarrassing to have this man speak in public or with his fingers on his phone. He will never be my president because he will never speak for me.
My grandfather, Edwin Stephens, came from Cornwall to the United States in 1900. Here’s an excerpt from his autobiography that shows how the arrival in New York symbolized so much for a young man of twenty-one who yearned to start a new life full of promise. Our new president doesn’t care or doesn’t realize what he destroyed with one grandstanding sweep of his pretty little pen. He demolished hope.
And, yes, I’m proud to be the granddaughter of an immigrant to the United States. Not only is Lady Liberty crying today, my grandfather must be looking down upon this debacle and weeping.
From the “Autobiography” of my grandfather, Edwin Stephens (1876-1943)
Ancestry and Parentage
A scion of old Cornish, Celtic stock,
Whose forebears roamed at large on Britain’s isles
Ere Norseman found their rugged wave-lapped shore
Or Danish hordes invaded them for spoil;
Where Druid devotees made offerings
Of human sacrifice to idol gods.
Breaking Home Ties
On March 21st in 1900
I left the shores of England all alone
With ambitions for my future life,
And youthful dreams that set my heart aflame.
Nine days of stormy voyage on the sea
Cooled not my zeal nor quenched that burning flame.
What tho’ the old Majestic rolled and tossed
Or sometimes lay submerged beneath the waves
Her captain’s long experience made us feel
That he could ride the wildest waves
And bring his ship into her destined port
With all her precious freight of human lives.
And so it was: Ere day had yet appeared
The lights of New York harbor came to view,
And when day had dawned, with eye transfixed
We gazed upon a noble towering shaft—
Statue of Liberty, ah there it boldly stood
Bidding us welcome to her free and happy shores
And likewise all who came with purpose firm
To give obedience to her just and righteous laws.