Wednesday’s Word: Fake

I believe words mean something. They have power. Words are what give us connection, empathy, passion and power. They help us understand one another.

In my efforts to start back on a blogging schedule and search the vast corners of the earth for more words that move me, I am going to start a Wednesday Word.

I will post a word, quote, phrase or who knows what else that moves me, inspires me, enrages me or more. I may comment on it. Or perhaps I will not. Feel free to share your thoughts on the topic too.

So here goes, the Wednesday Word is: fake.

The word fake has been around for a long time. According to, it was recorded to have been used since 1775.

Word Origin and History for fake

attested in London criminal slang as adjective (1775), verb (1812), and noun (1851, of persons 1888), but probably older. A likely source is feague“to spruce up by artificial means,” from German fegen “polish, sweep,”also “to clear out, plunder” in colloquial use. “Much of our early thieves’slang is Ger. or Du., and dates from the Thirty Years’ War” [Weekley]. Or it may be from Latin facere “to do.” Related: Faked fakes faking.”

Yet, the term has become quite popular the past few years, and annoyingly so. There is fake news galore. Ironically, some of those who speak about fake news the most are the ones who seem to spread it.

With the proliferation of social media, “news” has taken a hit. Information can be found in just a few clicks. From video clips to pictures to information, anyone can do a quick Internet search for probably any topic possible and results will pop up. The problem is, not everything on the Internet is true, factual or frankly, realistic.

As someone who studied journalism, this is irritating. I recall getting an F on an assignment in the School of Journalism because I rounded a number incorrectly. The bottom line was that I put an error in fact in my article. So, it earned an F.

The world today though, is clearly not receiving or caring about its grade. People can say anything and claim it is fact when it should more appropriately be labeled as commentary, opinion, fantasy or downright propaganda.

Propaganda doesn’t always have to be fake though according to



information, ideas, or rumors deliberately spread widely to help orharm a person, group, movement, institution, nation, etc.


the deliberate spreading of such information, rumors, etc.


the particular doctrines or principles propagated by an organization ormovement.


Roman Catholic Church.

  1. a committee of cardinals, established in 1622 by Pope Gregory XV,having supervision over foreign missions and the training of priestsfor these missions.
  2. a school (College of Propaganda) established by Pope Urban VIIIfor the education of priests for foreign missions.


Archaic. an organization or movement for the spreading of propaganda.
Long ago, it could have just been an organized movement to spread information on doctrines or principles. However, now, at least in my opinion, propaganda is more clearly defined as bad, negative and untrue.
Regardless of your political party, it should be hard to deny that there is a war of propaganda in the world. With a click of a button, fake news can be found everywhere and on every topic, and on both sides folks, it’s on both sides.
Of course, propaganda is not a new thing. Misinformation and deceit have been tools for those with shady goals from the start. It has been used in wars, used by dictators, used by armies and used by countries. It is a dangerous tool to create dissent, confusion and division…and it is working.
The country that I love so dearly is wounded. Our youth are surrounded by misinformation. With the risk of not discerning fact from fiction, our future seems uncertain. Especially when you throw in the multitude of other issues we are already forced to deal with: natural disasters, medical problems, crime, social inequalities….
With all of that going on, I worry that fake news/propaganda will be the straw that broke the camels back. I worry that our youth will be misinformed and led astray. (Heck, I am worried us adults have already been led astray.) I worry that if we do not stop creating division, we will falter.
Unity cannot be grown by division. Love cannot be spread through hate. Growth cannot occur through death. Hope cannot blossom out of despair. And freedom cannot reign under chaos. Even Abraham Lincoln realized that back in the 1800s…
For my Wednesday Word.

Freedom of wine


“My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody

or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered.

What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve

and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.”

― Charles BukowskiSouth of No North

Soldiers train to go to war. We mentally prepare ourselves to die. We don’t want to die of course, but we prepare for it. We learn to shoot weapons to defend ourselves. We create wills just in case. We tell our families we love them. And then, we go off to a foreign country and hope things will be alright.

We adjust to the lack of freedom and the demanding work schedules. We cope with the dangers of intermittent rockets or the unknown dangers on a patrol. We learn to deal with the nonstop worry of the sky falling, because sometimes it literally is.

Don’t get me wrong, I never had it that bad. I was what they call a FOBBIT, a Soldier who pretty much stayed on the Forward Operating Base. I was a unique FOBBIT though. I had opportunities to venture off bases from time to time. I went on some patrols with special forces troops, I met village elders, and I experienced a convoy here and there. But, I was never on the front line, in a fire-fight, or face to face with a known enemy. (So I had it relatively easy compared to our hardcore troops. So I am not here to pretend I was more than I was. I am merely sharing my perspective on my experiences to those who may not understand deployments.)

However, as a Soldier who was deployed to three different countries, I saw and experienced some interesting things. And through those years, I realized just how grateful I should be.

I’ve had to sleep in overcrowded tents, a bug infested plywood hut and an cold HUMVEE. I’ve heard the whistle of a rocket overhead and hit the ground not knowing where it would land. I heard gunfire fill the air and not know which way it was going. I’ve walked on a patrol and got a bit uncertain with some locals around us. I’ve seen the dismal conditions people have had to endure. So, there were times of heightened concern, general discomfort, humble gratitude.

Then…there were times where there was nothing. Sometimes days, weeks and months of nothing. Nothing but work and more work. The same old work and the same old clothes and the same old food in the same old places. Being stuck in a small compound is enough to stress you out.

You get stir crazy in a way. You want to drive your own car, wear your own cloths, make your own schedule. But you can’t. You are stuck there. You feel like a prisoner who has to defend freedom, yet ironically, you have very little of your own.

Your life back home continues. Yet, it continues without you. And that is what nags at you. You miss your freedom. You miss your life. The freedom you had taken for granted is now gone. Your freedom is on hold while you try to regain it for someone else.

It is like that saying, you don’t know what you have until its gone. That is true. Because once you are deployed, you realize, you miss the little things. You miss cooking. You long to wear colors. You want to enjoy a glass of wine. But you can’t. You are a Soldier every day, every second and every moment.

This lack of control over the small luxuries hangs over you. Fore example, back home, you may only drink a handful of times a year. Yet, when you are deployed and not “allowed” to drink, you miss it more. You want it more because that freedom was taken from you.

I longed for a drink when I was deployed. It wasn’t that I really drank that much at home, but I enjoyed the option of having one when I desired. I wished I could kick up my heels and enjoy a glass of wine after a hard day. But I couldn’t. So when I read the Charles Bukowski quote above, I laughed. Yes, I definitely missed my right to sit around and drink cheap wine. I missed the option of making myself view the world with a bit of a colorful blur, if even for one night.

So the above photomontage is a blend of some of the items currently on my wine rack. Sometimes, I don’t touch it for months. Other times, I may have a glass or two in one day. The great thing though is, I can now do it at my leisure. And that freedom is something I will always appreciate.


For Sally D’s Phoneography Challenge ~ Photomontage.

To read more about Charles Bukowski, click here.

The 4th, the Flag and Freedom

I see your stars and I know you have cried
For those who have fought through tears and died.

Your blue runs like the blood in our veins.
While the red has flowed, leaving its stains.

Your white is pure, like a fresh new start.
For all those who sacrifice with an honest heart.

I remember the faces of our long painful past.
I promise to honor you and the legacy you cast.

You will not be forgotten or pushed to the side.
For you died with honor in all that you tried.

It’s not just for Soldiers who have fought in the wars.
Heroes are policemen, teachers and leaders and more.

For it takes more than an Army to build a great country.
It takes a community to make it reality.

So together we stand, or together we fall.
I just hope for our colors, we give it our all.


Sharing My World

For today, I thought I would do Cee’s Share Your World Challenge, which is to make some lists about your life from her topics ideas. So here goes. This is my life, this week anyway.

Movies that cheer me up:

Dances With Wolves

This movie is so beautifully done. It makes me embarrassed to think how the government treated the Indian nation though. I am not a history buff, but I assume there is some resemblance to history in this movie. And if so, those truths are very sad. I like to think that Kevin Costner’s character represents the good (maybe fewer in numbers) who tried to be fair and kind though. His character shows what good can be and how hard it is to do when it is not the “norm” of the times.


Oh, this movie makes be believe in true love, romance and destiny. [Insert deep sighs here.]

Ever After

One of the most romantic and dramatic versions of Cinderella. I adore Drew Barrymore and this movie makes me cry and laugh every time. This also makes me wish there was some knight on a horse to come save me. [Insert a bigger deep sigh here.]

Fox and the Hound

My all-time favorite cartoon classic. It has friendship, drama and action. I cried. I laughed. I wanted to be the fox and have a hound friend. No matter how old I get, I will smile every time I see this. Never fail.

Stuff that makes me laugh:

Sarcasm, lots of sarcasm
My dog’s faces and noises
Listening to people’s excuses for missing work
Rude but true eCards on Facebook

Books I want to read:

I actually have a wish list of books that I have read reviews of, heard friends speak of, or came across that looked good. Slowly, I will get to them.
(Currently want to finish reading) The Kingmaker’s Daughter by Philippa Gregory and then the sequels to this Cousins War Series (The White Princess, The King’s Curse)
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Love Story by Erich Segal
The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf

Recent Favorite Songs:

Baby I’m Worth It by Fifth Harmony (Makes me want to start dancing, lol, and could be a picky dater theme song.)

Assassins Creed by Lindsey Stirling (All of her music is amazing to me. So powerful.)

Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood (Just love the beat and the lyrics. Makes me want to sing this to all the people who went out of their way to hurt me. And the video is pretty fun to watch too.)

Sail by AWOLNATION (I just love this beat. Never watched the video till now. Kind of made me think about the actual lyrics. Adds a new layer to my interest now.)

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

This last week I was grateful for freedom. Over the Memorial Day weekend, I had the complete freedom to do whatever I wanted. So I kayaked, rode my horse and bike, took pictures, slept in, cooked out, blogged, and house hunted. Years ago, I used to make plans but they were always usurped by family members who had things for me to do. (Some of genuine need but some not.) I have also spent many a day either deployed or at some military training school/event. So, being home and free to do whatever I desired is greatly appreciated when I get it.

As for what I am looking forward to…Well, I need to look for a house since my landlord informed me that she would like hers back. Therefore, I have found a few places that look interesting and I will be going to see them. I also met a gentlemen over the Memorial Day weekend. We exchanged numbers after crossing paths the second time in a few days, and a potential lunch date was thrown out. So…guess we will see what happens with those things. The future could have lots of excitement 🙂