Bubba sez the 12-year-old who hangs around our house asked, “What’s propaganda?”
Now, she’d heard somebody sayin’ at word when we was comin’ outta church. The missus an me sure hoped at wadn said about the preacher, but we couldn’ be sure, so we tried to ignore that part. Course you caint ignore a question from a 12-year-old female. You’ll get pestered to death ’til ye come up w’sumpm, eebm if it’s wrong. An ye better hope it’s right, cause ye’ll git caught up with somewhere down the line if it ain’t.
We thought about tryin’iss: It’s lyin’ in a way ye can say you really ain’t lyin’. Everbody knows you’re lyin’, but ebm the ones that know don’t say they know by saying’ your lyin’. They jist say maybe you misspoke. Least the polite ones do. What’s left a’them.
It’s gist that in polite Southern society (is at propaganda?) you’re not supposed to say somebody’s lyin’. Y’notice also, that no where, no time, nobody’s supposed to use Hitler’s name when talkin’ about anybody today. Like at’s more unfair than any other lies or propaganda or spin we use.
I tried Googlin it, an got “information that is spread for the purpose of promoting some cause.” Yeh, like in Hitler’s time murderin Jews. Now there’s a cause loved by Natzis everywhere. y’d think definitions strewed around in Google are propaganda. By the way that definition is from a Princeton site.
Then here’s one from Wikidpedia, which we all know can be trusted (more propaganda): “information, ideas, or rumors deliberately spread widely to help or harm a person, group, movement, institution, nation, etc.”
Sump’m at calls itself a business dictionary says its “In general, a message designed to persuade its intended audience to think and behave in a certain manner. Thus advertising is commercial propaganda. In specific, institutionalized and systematic spreading of information and/or disinformation, usually to promote a narrow political or religious viewpoint.”
Now airs some real propaganda fur ye.
So what’d we fine’ly tell the 12-sumpm? Turns out I lied before. She didn’t pester us. She got bored with our discussion an started playin’ with’er DS.
Kids! Tweens! Whut is it we call’em now?
