Wednesday, February 7, 2018

The Lie or a Lie

A lie is defined as, a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive.

Or a lie can be a truth. As in: If you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it, and you will come to believe it yourself.

A lie can also be much more believable than a truth. Why have the truth get in the way when a lie can be much easier.

And when the lie coincides with what a person or a group of people knows to be true and supports it. Then the lie is welcomed with open arms by the people.
That lie is called propaganda.

Propaganda has been used throughout human history mostly in religion and especially politics. And in the 20th century propaganda was used more often, than in any other century, to sell a lie to the masses.
The ease in which information was disseminating to the masses came in the form of radio, newspapers, and movies. Than after 1950 television was also used.

Now we are in the 21st century and the masses are subject to a new way of disseminating information, the internet.

The internet with cooperation from social media, either knowingly or unknowingly, has propagated misinformation.
And politics is the one arena where misinformation is used and praised.
Unscrupulous politicians with or without help from government agencies make use of the internet to mislead, corrupt and divide the people.

You can believe what you want to believe. From whatever source the information comes from. But even if you believe your source unless it is verified as true than it is a lie or at best misinformation.


I do not support, condone or recommend anything said or done by Joseph Goebbels.

“That propaganda is good which leads to success, and that is bad which fails to achieve the desired result. It is not propaganda’s task to be intelligent; its task is to lead to success”. Joseph Goebbels


Propaganda is also known by another name, public relations.


This is all I have to say on this subject.

Sheilah Say
February 7, 2018

Monday, February 5, 2018

The Truth

In 1988 I was working with a Guatemalan immigrant (yes he was legally here) who asked me, “How can I learn and understand English better?”
My reply was to stop watching, listening and reading Spanish television, radio and newspapers. And to watch, listen and start reading English television, radio and newspapers.
Also adding, “And don’t believe everything you see on TV, hear on the radio or read in the newspapers”.
“Why” he asked?          
I answered him by saying, “there are some people that will either not tell you the whole truth”. “Or twist the truth for their reasons”.
Naturally his next question was, “how do I know who says the truth and who doesn’t?”
This was my answer, “That can only be determined by you”.
“No one can tell you what the truth is”.


What is the truth?
That depends on the individual. Each of us see’s and knows the truth in hers or his own way and knows that theirs is the true truth. And it doesn’t matter whether or not if it is the truth.
Or is the truth what we make it to be because that is what we want it to be.

The truth is simply this, the truth.
It can be ignored, considered a lie, thought of as the alternate truth, unbelievable, mixed in with false truth or not even known. Plus an infinite amount of other reasons.
But it still remains the truth.

However and where ever you get your truth from, don’t believe a single word of it. Not before you’ve had a chance to make sure it is the truth.
And that is the easiest part right at the fingertips.
Of course you could believe your truth.
The truth as told by someone else.
Or you can simply believe the truth.

This is all I have to say on this subject.

Sheilah Say
February 4, 2018

Monday, January 8, 2018

Alone By Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—




وحده
بواسطة إدغار ألان بو

من ساعة الطفولة لم أكن

كما كان آخرون - لم أر

كما رأى آخرون - أنا لا يمكن أن تجلب

مشاعري من الربيع -

من نفس المصدر لم أكن قد اتخذت

حزني - لم أستطع أن أوقظ

قلبي الفرح في نفس النغمة -

وجميع أنا أحب 'أنا أحب'

ثم في طفولتي في الفجر

من الحياة الأكثر عاصفة - تم رسمها

من ev'ry عمق الخير والمرض

إن الغموض الذي يربطني -

من سيل، أو النافورة،

من، ال التعريف، الأحمر، جرف منحدر صخري،

من الشمس أن 'جولة لي roll'd

في خريفها لون الذهب-

من البرق في السماء

كما أنها pass'd لي تحلق من قبل -

من الرعد،

والسحابة التي أخذت شكل
(عندما كانت بقية السماء الزرقاء)

من شيطان في رأيي -