Words, Words, Words…

Foxis of Tindalos. What’s that? You though because having done the Cagnolitos and the Tadpoles I’d stop mining the Tindalos vein? Think again.
Here be the delicious Foxis, also native (if the term can be applied to these creatures) of the same enigmatic and dicey locality. They have temporarily deserted their home dimension (again, a relative term in this case) to throw some light on the subject of language and meaning and on some of the perversions, distortions, corruptions, misconceptions and similar shenanigans so hysterically in vogue lately. Slanted language breads disordered thoughts which in turn often lead to despicable actions.
Have a nice day.
A man may take a drink because he feels himself to be a failure and then fail all the more completely because he drinks. It is rather the same thing that is happening to the English language. It becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts. The point is that the process is reversible.
George Orwell
False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
Socrates