Dear George,
Spin is the art of purifying bullshit with a drop or two of perfume. It works best with a single turd. But, when you are confronted with a pile of bullshit two stories high, it becomes problematic.
First, let me say that you are the world’s spinmeister par excellent. You are its Michelangelo, its Beethoven. But, if you are not careful, you may end up as its Jackson Pollock.
I’m a little concerned about your recent appearance with a group of military families, where you said:
The families gathered here understand that we are a nation at war. They know that the enemies who attacked us on September 11th, 2001 want to bring further destruction to our country. They know that the only thing to stop them is to stay on the offensive, to fight the extremists and radicals where they live, so we won’t have to fight them where we live.
George, George, George! Statements like that leave you open to some nasty reverse spin, such as: Of course, the families know we’re at war. They know because they don’t know if their sons, daughters, husbands or wives will come back in a box, or missing a limb or two, or emotionally crippled for life.
And, lose the 9/11 nonsense. Granted, you only implied a connection, but people can smell even that a mile away.
The key to successful bullshit is to dump and split. Don’t hang around watering it to keep it fresh. Walk away and let nature take her course. In time, it will turn into forgotten dust.
Also, go easy on comments about “…helping young democracies defeat their ideology of hate.” This reminds people of how you helped Hamas when it won the Palestinian elections.
You have a strong shovel when it comes to pitching the bull. Just be aware of what you’re shoveling and where you’re putting it.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
5:57:20 AM 
|
