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Showing posts with label manipulation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manipulation. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
How To Recognise Propaganda...
If you're feeling a bit confused and don't know what to believe in the media these days, use this handy propaganda tactic identifier to sort fact from fiction...
Propaganda Techniques:
Appeals to fear and seeking to build support by instilling anxieties and panic in the general population.
Bandwagon and "inevitable-victory" appeals attempt to persuade the target audience to join in and take the course of action that "everyone else is taking".
The black and white fallacy presents only two choices, with the product or idea being propagated as the better choice.
The "plain folks" or "common man" approach attempts to convince the audience that the propagandist's positions reflect the common sense of the people.
Making individuals from the opposing nation, from a different ethnic group, or those who support the opposing viewpoint appear to be subhuman.
An attempt to influence public perception by disseminating negative and dubious/false information designed to undermine the credibility of their beliefs.
An attempt to justify an action on the grounds that doing so will make one more patriotic, or in some way benefit a country, group or idea the targeted audience supports.
Glittering generalities are emotionally appealing words that are applied to a product or idea, but present no concrete argument or analysis. This technique has also been referred to as the PT Barnum effect.
Propagandists use the name-calling technique to start fears and arouse prejudices in their hearers in the intent that the bad names will cause hearers to construct a negative opinion about a group or set of beliefs or ideas that the propagandist wants hearers to denounce.
Generalities are deliberately vague so that the audience may supply its own interpretations. The intention is to move the audience by use of undefined phrases, without analysing their validity or attempting to determine their reasonableness or application.
Favourable generalities are used to provide simple answers to complex social, political, economic, or military problems.
Propagandists use the name-calling technique to start fears and arouse prejudices in their hearers in the intent that the bad names will cause hearers to construct a negative opinion about a group or set of beliefs or ideas that the propagandist wants hearers to denounce.
Generalities are deliberately vague so that the audience may supply its own interpretations. The intention is to move the audience by use of undefined phrases, without analysing their validity or attempting to determine their reasonableness or application.
Favourable generalities are used to provide simple answers to complex social, political, economic, or military problems.
Assigning blame to an individual or group, thus alleviating feelings of guilt from responsible parties and/or distracting attention from the need to fix the problem for which blame is being assigned.
This technique attempts to arouse prejudices in an audience by labelling the object of the propaganda campaign as something the target audience fears, hates, loathes, or finds undesirable.
Putting forward a straw man argument, which is an informal fallacy based on misrepresentation of an opponent's position.
Usage of words in the value system of the target audience that produce a positive image when attached to a person or issue.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Game Continues...
I now know first hand how passive-aggressive Seattleites can be (apparently they are famous for it!)
My housemates are not very good at subtlety...
Sometime early December, I found a torn scrap of paper with a web address scrawled on it, on my desk blotter pad... the address turned out to be a website that would help you/me get your/my mess in order!
Sometime early December, I found a torn scrap of paper with a web address scrawled on it, on my desk blotter pad... the address turned out to be a website that would help you/me get your/my mess in order!
I got up this morning to find a bumper sticker placed on my desk.
It quotes the Dalai Lama - "My religion is kindness"...
Kindness has many faces - I guess they don't like the face I am wearing in this situation...
Responses from my Facebook friends:
TP: whoa! Passive aggressive much?
JT: Maybe they meant it regarding your kindnesses!
CF: since when is placing a lock box on a thermostat considered "kindness"?
TP: When my husband and I first lived together, we were living with another couple. And the wife would leave me notes all over the house. Thank Maude we got through that and now we're the best of friends, but srsly, passive-aggressive roommates are the WORST. You can't feel comfortable in your space because you're always wondering what p-a note they're going to leave behind next. Frustrating.
Sahila ChangeBringer: We agreed at the end of our row about the lockbox-thermostat issue that Connor and I would move out ASAP and that we would stay out of each others' way... I have been doing my best to do that - I avoid interaction, I clean up after ourselves and just ourselves, I mind my own business.... now the "I'm sick with cancer" card is being played... I empathise with my housemate - I know what that fear feels like though I didn't have to do chemo - and I have things I could share with her to help her on this journey... but there is no opening for that... and I am not going to enable her family in their denial nor am I going to take over some of their responsibilities in this... my responsibility is to Connor and to make the next step in our own path materialise.
Sahila ChangeBringer: @JT - no, they are not talking about my kindnesses!!!! They don't feel I am being kind enough...
TP: whoa! Passive aggressive much?
JT: Maybe they meant it regarding your kindnesses!
CF: since when is placing a lock box on a thermostat considered "kindness"?
TP: When my husband and I first lived together, we were living with another couple. And the wife would leave me notes all over the house. Thank Maude we got through that and now we're the best of friends, but srsly, passive-aggressive roommates are the WORST. You can't feel comfortable in your space because you're always wondering what p-a note they're going to leave behind next. Frustrating.
Sahila ChangeBringer: We agreed at the end of our row about the lockbox-thermostat issue that Connor and I would move out ASAP and that we would stay out of each others' way... I have been doing my best to do that - I avoid interaction, I clean up after ourselves and just ourselves, I mind my own business.... now the "I'm sick with cancer" card is being played... I empathise with my housemate - I know what that fear feels like though I didn't have to do chemo - and I have things I could share with her to help her on this journey... but there is no opening for that... and I am not going to enable her family in their denial nor am I going to take over some of their responsibilities in this... my responsibility is to Connor and to make the next step in our own path materialise.
Sahila ChangeBringer: @JT - no, they are not talking about my kindnesses!!!! They don't feel I am being kind enough...
I am kinda ashamed to say (no, not really ashamed!) that I put the bumper sticker back on my housemates' computer keyboard, but it now has some other words on it...
I reminded them that actions (lock boxes) speak louder than words and that perhaps people in glass houses ought not to throw stones... And I asked if disrespect = kindness?
We are being very childish, I think...
A couple more weeks and we will be out of here...
Yesterday I went to see the house we'll be looking after and met its owner...
Comfortable house, nice owner - a good transitional place that meets our needs while this hand of the game called life plays out...
I think Connor will have some adjusting to do in the new space - which will be hard for him and good for him at the same time - and I'm thinking how I can make that adjustment easier... will try to surround him with as much of what is important to him as possible...
Sunday, December 26, 2010
This Is Where The Slavery Starts...
Brainwashed to obey...
Is this what we want for our children and the future?
I don't...
Friday, December 17, 2010
The War You Don't See...
It's hard to know who to believe these days...
This documentary unveils the war you don't see and allows you to make up your own mind.
From the award-winning director of The War on Democracy comes John Pilger's latest work, The War You Don't See.
This hard-hitting exposé scrutinises the effects of the media during wartime, asking what is the role of the media in rapacious wars.
When symbols are separated from facts and the facts don't matter, could the media be accused of conspiring to play down the carnage and of using 'embedded journalism' to amplify the lies?
This hard-hitting exposé scrutinises the effects of the media during wartime, asking what is the role of the media in rapacious wars.
When symbols are separated from facts and the facts don't matter, could the media be accused of conspiring to play down the carnage and of using 'embedded journalism' to amplify the lies?
Sunday, December 5, 2010
US Democracy Is Dead...
Democracy in the US is dead. We are, in effect, living in a totalitarian state controlled by a handful of billionaires who are attempting to exert complete political, economic and societal control and fiddling while it all begins to crash around them...
Just Another Brick In The Wall...
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Sounds of Truth...
From Pete Seeger:
Lyrics:
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes, little boxes
Little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they all were put in boxes, little boxes all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they all got put in boxes, and they all came out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one, and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same...
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes, little boxes
Little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they all were put in boxes, little boxes all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they all got put in boxes, and they all came out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a green one, and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same...
Lyrics:
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone,
Young girls picked them every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the young girls gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the young girls gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the young girls gone,
gone to young men every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the young men gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the young men gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the young men gone,
gone to soldiers every one,
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the graveyards gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the graveyards gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the graveyards gone,
Gone to flowers every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Long time passing,
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone,
Young girls picked them every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the young girls gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the young girls gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the young girls gone,
gone to young men every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the young men gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the young men gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the young men gone,
gone to soldiers every one,
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Where have all the graveyards gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all the graveyards gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all the graveyards gone,
Gone to flowers every one
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn
Lyrics:
Come all of you good workers,
Good news to you I'll tell,
Of how that good old union
Has come in here to dwell.
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
My daddy was a miner,
And I'm a miner's son,
And I'll stick with the union,
Till every battle's won.
They say in Harlan County,
There are no neutrals there.
You'll either be a union man,
Or a thug for J.H. Blair.
Oh, workers can you stand it?
Oh, tell me how you can.
Will you be a lousy scab,
Or will you be a man ?
Don't scab for the bosses,
Don't listen to their lies.
Us poor folks haven't got a chance,
Unless we organize.
Lyrics:
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
I learned that Washington never told a lie.
I learned that soldiers seldom die.
I learned that everybody's free.
And that's what the teacher said to me.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
I learned that soldiers seldom die.
I learned that everybody's free.
And that's what the teacher said to me.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
I learned that policemen are my friends.
I learned that justice never ends.
I learned that murderers die for their crimes.
Even if we make a mistake sometimes.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
I learned that justice never ends.
I learned that murderers die for their crimes.
Even if we make a mistake sometimes.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
I learned our government must be strong.
It's always right and never wrong.
Our leaders are the finest men.
And we elect them again and again.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
It's always right and never wrong.
Our leaders are the finest men.
And we elect them again and again.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine?
Dear little boy of mine?
I learned that war is not so bad.
I learned of the great ones we have had.
We fought in Germany and in France.
And some day I might get my chance.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
I learned of the great ones we have had.
We fought in Germany and in France.
And some day I might get my chance.
That's what I learned in school today.
That's what I learned in school.
Lyrics:
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, TODAY
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, TODAY
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
For the sake of the planet - our mother, Gaia - and all who live on her, I hope so...
Images of Truth...
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| The Mouth Of Truth |
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| The Truth - Jules Joseph Lefebvre |
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| Triumph of Truth - Rubens |
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| The Triumph of Truth - Hans von Aachen |
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| The truth of things: Velázquez, An Old Woman Cooking Eggs |
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| Time Unveiling Truth - Jean-François Detroy |
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| The Blindfolding of Truth - Byam Shaw |
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| Time Saving Truth from Falsehood and Envy - Francois Lemoyne |
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| Truth Has Died - Goya |
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| Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever |
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| The Seekers of Truth - The Eve Chronicles |
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| Truth Dazzles Gradually |
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| The Truth 2012 |
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| Truth Is Beauty - Pat O'Hara |
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| Native Truth - Christine Tarantino |
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| Truth Is An Arrow - Barron Storey |
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| Truth - James Muir |
Friday, November 19, 2010
Pet Peeves: In No Particular Order & Not An Exhaustive List
1: Women who complain that their man and father of their children has to pay child support for the children he had with another woman...Why shouldn't he have to pay?
How come these women don't stop to think how they would feel if they were left with the children to raise and no support from the father?
2: Humans, mostly from the western hemisphere, who treat their pets like children and spend enormous amounts of money on them, when there are children in the same city, same country and all over the world starving, ill, abused, homeless, sick...
3: People who still, in this day and age, throw rubbish out of their car windows... What planet have they been living on that they haven't heard the same "don't litter" message the rest of us have been hearing for the past 30-40 years?
4: People who don't clean the bath out after they've used it, so the next person is confronted with soap scum and hair from various body parts... oh, and disgusting public toilets...yuck!
5: Cigarette smoke on skin, hair, clothes, breath... and the smell of beer on a person's breath, especially if you combine those odours and that person is also wearing Old Spice aftershave!... I can't be in the same space with them for more than a few moments...
6: People who use weasel words in both their personal and professional lives. I'm a wordsmith - a journalist, researcher, public relations and marketing consultant, social activist - I can see/hear/smell/sense them a mile off... If you want me to take you seriously and treat you and your views with respect, don't try weasally, manipulative, power-play words with me!
To Be Continued... maybe.....
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