Newspeak, And Control Over The Masses

Still apropos.

Lin Cava

Who among us does not consider that the language of “texting” is not Newspeak? Those in constant exchange with this simplified, lack of structure language may not even understand the reference.

Big Brother has been watching, for many years – and in 1984, there were watchers already in place. The standard has only gotten more sophisticated since. This – WordPress – is a site with many writers, many bloggers and many opines. Though we are all entitled to our opinions, the world is rife with replacing common sense by unqualified opinion. Our facts are not hard facts, they aren’t even soft facts – they are revisionist information that folks are allowed to presume are full and accurate portrayals of fact.
Though many personal opinions can be complete with true and honest fact, to the best of the person’s ability to determine them, the majority of blogs, and opinion, are not…

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An Open Letter to the Trump Campaign

Do you remember HRCs false promise to NOT use NY as her launching pad to the Presidency?  There are many voters in the 2016 Presidential election who don’t.  They should be reminded.

“The campaign trail was not always friendly. For almost every cheer, there was a shouted “Go home, Hillary!” and the emerging Republican theme that carpetbagger Clinton simply wanted to use New York as a launching pad for a later presidential run. She pledged to serve her full six-year Senate term if elected.” (http://www.foxnews.com/story/2007/01/21/senator-hillary-rodham-clinton-announces-white-house-bid.html )

What happened to that and other NY Senate campaign promises? Hillary did stay her six years. However one needs to bring out the facts.  Everything the former Senator lays claims as her own was handled, designed and mentored by Senator Schumer.  I’m a New Yorker and think a PAC should spell out how little she did there – on her own merit.  Expect the same if she becomes President.

This is a candidate who has a history – and not an exemplary one – that pre-dates a large chunk of her constituency.  How about bringing those voters up-to-date on historical facts?  She was first female Chair of Legal Services Corporation, and a law based business woman.  As such, she was in a position as to have the responsibility of knowing legal/laws regarding record retention.  Record retention covers everything from employee/employment records through to documentation of business, inclusive of correspondence – all correspondence that is business related.  As Chair of Legal Services she had to know the laws of discovery.  This is an important revelation to the newer voter base, as well as others.  It directly exposes that the “I wasn’t told until after…” excuse is invalid. The invalidity of her excuse is currently backed up by the information released as a result of the inquiry of the server issue by the State Department’s Inspector General.

There is so much more out there, all of it on the record.  It sometimes means that one must expose the knowledge then connect the dots, as with records and confidentiality laws.  Secretary of State – and we allow her to use such lame excuses?  She was unfit to be Secretary of State if she failed to use her knowledge and skills to protect the Country rather than her privacy.  Let’s say that again – Hillary Clinton knowingly chose to ignore protecting the Country, its agents, and information in order to maintain Personal control and privacy in her actions as Secretary of State of the United States.  She became, de facto, Secretary of What Is Best For Hillary.  In other terms, a Royal Exemption.

She was unfit as Secretary of State when she chose to ignore the correspondence from her Benghazi Ambassador regarding the rumblings of danger that lead up to the invasion (yes, invasion) while under the protection of the United States of America. She was unfit when she replaced the facts with fiction.  This act is generally referred to, when teaching our children ethical behavior, as anything from a “fib” to an outright lie.  But she knew she could use the narrative she chose at the time.  The White House is complicit in the act and looks as though they knew the facts as well as the fiction.  But our current voters know most of this – it still serves to repeat the facts, each one, with a narrative showing exactly what was wrong with that.  It was self-serving and callous. It was an act that, after their loss, further injured the relatives of the Ambassador and the families of the deceased. It was, and remains to this day, self-serving and coldhearted. There are many things that can be brought up that show as a political and improper means to an end.

We do not need or want Royalty in the White House.  This is absolutely the corollary I feel by the entire public history of Hillary Clinton facts.  Don’t let her soften them and get away with it.  Be on-target: Fact of Action followed by What It Means.  What she Said vs. the Truth.

Hillary Clinton is aiming at exposing every business action that her Republican opponent has made – in her opinion – and every action she can spin to be something negative.  She is going to have a lot to say about Chapter 11 or Chapter 13 proceedings.  She will spin snippets of the truth into something thely were not.

Trump Campaign will have to be at least one step ahead of the trend, and pay meticulous attention to the details of Hillary’s public record.  She has a following of zealots, who by their very nature will resist assenting to the truth.

The Trump Campaign should keep in mind that there are a great many of us, we, the voters, who have office experience where most of us clearly remember that the back up of the system data absolutely had to be attended to. These same voters know the rules, and all bookkeepers know the laws of record retention.

The campaign needs to look at the recent facts.  The deleted records were so deleted AFTER the information about the server hit the presses.  It was a deliberate choice – and so leads to the thought that there was incriminating evidence of breech of protected information – or there would be no need to turn over, as per the law, her unabridged database to the government to cull out her personal items.  Hillary’s attorney cannot make the call regarding a device that retains the records of the Government of the United States, where we already know deleted items were owned by our Government. Both Hillary and her Attorney knew this at the time.

There are so many hands-on records, actual statements, and public records information out there that this should be a target for those Trump employees or supporting PACs handy enough to find and report the relevant issues to Trumps Campaign.

© Lin Cava 6-2016

Whisper

Whisper

In the dusk; the fading light
my consciousness floats
free to sleep, to roam, to dream.

Daytime’s resonance, artificial and brash, drifts away.
In its weakening wake,
within the soft quiet of evening, Nature speaks again.

Gently, she hums; she whispers;
shushes the leaves in the trees,
buzzes; at first a quiet drone –
cicada in the night – swelling,
a cacophony builds to crescendo,
to diminish as cools the night.

Nocturnal creatures rouse.
Night flowers with each new awakening.
Every one with their own instrument,
play their part in her Evensong;
deliver unseen complexity to the music.

Night deepens, and the Mother
puts down her baton, purses her lips
and breathes out her scent –
to float for the zephyr to take –
a bearer of her gentled nature
to those who dream within her tune.

The sparkle of the stars
bear cold and quiet witness
to the wonder of Her pristine night,
and the bearer of the keys of life:
This Earth – for which She is guardian.

Mother drifts into my dreams,
leaving me with bittersweet.
She touches my heart in whispers with her message,
and harkens me to carry it forward.

Dawn brings magenta skies.
Before the tinny, manmade sounds
carry me to daytime, I hear Her once more.
Reminding me of the song in my heart.
She bodes me remember where I will find it,
and to listen.

For it can only be found in her Whisper.

-Lin Cava

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Mother Nature, answering the call to nature.

Legacy

Legacy

It never seems to happen,
that walk along the beach
I always wanted to take with you.

I have to tell you these things –
because one day I won’t be here,
and you won’t know.

Now I’m sure that there are ways,
other than a final passing from this earth,
where I may not be here.
Maybe in body, but not in mind.

I worry about that.  
Every person with dementia,
every one with Alzheimer’s – they all have heard it,
even though they won’t remember
that they should not worry – It’s normal,
just normal, it’s the way we age
only to have to leave this place
before the body fails, a shadow left behind
not at all representing what once we were.

I don’t know what’s worse for a person to go through –
failure of the body
or failure of the mind.

We are comprised of everything and everyone we know.
Every raindrop, every laugh, every tear;
the anguish and the joy.
When that goes away, so do we.
An angry, failing shell remains to sap
those we love before it passes and is finally done.

When the body fails, it’s hard to reconcile that active mind,
that spark of life that makes us who we are –
is robbed from the rest of us – we who remain.

One minute, there – alive and active,
and the next, the body fails,
and the promise of a future, with it.

Everybody dies.
Bald truth.

Carry something of me forward
that my fleeting moments upon this earth
left something behind in those I love.
Forgive me of my failings,
so I may make peace for them.
Celebrate some little thing I leave to you,
in your own way.

Once, not so very long ago,
I gave your hand a double squeeze.
Your child’s hand, so small,
then a woman’s hand,
Our own little ritual,
now carried forward
to the sons of my daughter.

I am not my body – it will fail.
I am not my mind – it will pass.
I am only what I leave behind.

And this is all the legacy I hold,
for my daughters and my son;
for the sons of my daughters,
and perhaps the babes
of my grandsons.

-Mah

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so much to do…so little time
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Invited

Invited

Does a soft breeze touch your face,
whisper in your ear
connect you to another place
Yes, you were invited, dear.

It has been so long,
yet thoughts of you linger still
the feeling so strong
actions and propriety must bend to its will.

And yet, you are a shadow
a darkness in the mist.
Listen for a tune hummed low –
grasping of sand in an impassioned fist.

Come near, once more –
Upon the sand in breezes fair
let your heart explore
my fingers, again, brush through your hair

Sometimes, memory is so strong
but it isn’t much
when a heart will long
for only your touch.

I search not to be the only,
Nor promises of love, unrequited –
but to connect – a heart not lonely,
Yes, my dear one – you are invited.

24-October-2015

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Often we are called to connect to others.  Rarely a connection is made that cannot be undone.  Despite distance or circumstance; despite denial, the connection is there – and ignore it as we try to, it never goes away.  It may fade – or lurk in the distant subconscious, but try as one may, it comes to the fore as a fresh breeze on a hot, still day.  This is one of those breezes.
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Too Much…

Too much…

It always seemed so rare – to me –
the Shakespearean slings and arrows
we all are said, to suffer –
could take such daunting blows.

But they can, and they do.

We all deal differently
some with armor,
some with dark sadness,
blood red anger,
deep consuming depression,
and often, Denial.

***

Ah. Denial. A close personal friend.
He breathes to ones lips
a kiss of relief; obscuring truth;
a sly tongue slipped in, irreverently
with the lie.

Denial. A seed of peace upon the heart;
and yet, black death awaits the bloom
its blossom sweet –
dismissing of the Truth.

Denial will never save one.

He will obscure reality,
diffuse the pain
and lead one down the path
where discovery awaits – too late.

Denial and Truth – Mortal enemies

I learned too late;
Did not heed Truth’s solemn gaze
His words, unspoken, but there;
“Be aware. Don’t dismiss. Danger lurks.”

Truth – the quiet one –
whose thunder sounds in one’s soul
when comes discovery…

Truth works within.

We do not listen to that tiny
whisper – as soft as a spring breeze.
I wish I had listened,
suspicious of Denial’s kiss.

Alas, too late.
Too little time –
and much – too much,
to prepare for.

Lin Cava
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Words of Wisdom – Still Relevant

“Any man who tries to excite class hatred, sectional hate, hate of creeds, any kind of hatred in our community, though he may affect to do it in the interest of the class he is addressing, is in the long run with absolute certainly that class’s own worst enemy.”

-Theodore Roosevelt