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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Thoughts of day part deux

**** I follow the New York Times Live feed. Mrs. Trump's speech came up for discussion. These are my thoughts after listening to that feed and my searching for similar speeches from others:
Some would say that imitation is the best form of flattery...
Now, I don't know if Mrs. Trump "plagerized" part of her speech last night from Mrs. Obama's 2008 speech, however, there are only so many words in the english language and only so many ways to write about your values, your dreams and aspirations (which have been passed down from generations of your ancestors) until it all sounds like someone else said it.
How many times have you said something, or written something where you have Deja Vue and are like, "hey, I know that sounds familiar"? I am sure someone else has said it before you, or you read it in a book, you logged it into your subconcious and it comes out as an original. I Personally would not want to sound like Mrs. Obama, as she is the first lady, and her speeches are the freshest in people's ears. Then again, what do I know?

What I know is that this happens in political campaigns all the time. People use political slogans used in decades past (compare Pres. Reagan's and Pres. Obama's when he first ran. That one I remember because I was old enough for President Reagan's campaign to remember the idea he was running on and thought, Hum, sounds familiar...), they give speeches that others have given and don't get slammed for it. It happens to the best of good speakers, for instance, this one compaign speech from a president whome people call the great orator, Pres. Barak Obama.
If I were to give a speech in front of the whole world, had a ton of money, and wanted to sound original I would hire Aaron Sorkin as my speech writer, he has a way with political words and it would be the most amazing speech ever. Just my two cents.

Instead of nitpicking on Mrs. Trump (or anyone else), let us worry about things that matter, for instance: Poverty, hunger, disease, building up people (not tearing down), passing on a smile, huging a child and loving each other?

Pretenious? Me? Maybe. Good Writing advice from one George Orwell.

This week is the Republican National Convention. As a great lover of politics and history, I find it my job as a responsible voter to watch each of the conventions, take from them what I will and decide who has presented the best case for why they want my vote and go from there. Just as I do with the Presidential debates. 

During these conventions we will see all kinds of speeches going on. Ones that stir the soul, ones that pull your emotions to the surface, ones that make you angry and ones that are just plain BOOOOORRRRIIINNG, talk about a great time to take a nap. As someone who loves words, reads words, writes words, I find a political speech metaphorically long, repetitive and boring.

Some would say I am a pedantic writer, so I am considered ostentatious by nature, tomato, tomatoe, potato, potatoe. I could be called worse: Pretentious, being one.

Is there something wrong with wanting to sound educated, like a literary novelist and not just use the plainest of plain words? I don't believe there is.

This is some advice for the next speech given by anyone in politics. Written by George Orwell in 1946, I thought it was interesting. I wonder what he would think of writing in our time and the language becoming devoid of "flowery" words.



In his essay, Mr. Orwell give 6 things you should not do when writing. I want dig deeper into each suggestion and try to put into practice his suggestions. I know I commit the bad writing crime of doing at least the first three of those bad habits. I found this essay in my quest to find out about "plagiarizing" or sounding similar to others In leu of the Mrs. Trump vs. Mrs. Obama at their own respective "virgin" convention speech.


On a side note: our Book Club Beauties group is reading 1984 and Burning Down George Orwell's House, so I thought it very ironic that I would click with one



of his essays vs. the many other essays I read this morning. I guess good 'ole George is sitting in my brain screaming, "pick me, "pick me"!