Back in the recent Dark Ages, bookish types stumbled upon a series of anomalies contradicting the nature of things and that lead to an expanded knowledge that they figured was best kept to themselves. Some intrepid souls published and were quickly damned with the label of conspiracy theorist that lives on well past it’s sell by date on the web as we know it. But there’s an infectious and refreshing awareness in the air.
From The Epinoiasphere;
For years there has been wild debate and speculation about the true meaning of ‘the name’.
This emotive discussion has taken various forms; the name game, the Strawman, the corporate fiction … all of them pretty much arguing the same thing, but ignoring commonalities.
It’s pretty much become a pissing contest which seems to achieve nothing other than diminish the issue into the ‘woo’ basket and besmirch the entire ‘freedom movement’.
But never being one to shy away from an entertaining pissing contest, I decided when free time presented itself, to find a convenient wall and partake in a bit of urinary freedom myself.
For my weapon of choice in this Battle of the Bladders, I elected to go for the non-conventional approach of etymology and historical usage. Radical, I know – but given the veritable reservoir of pee that had been passed before I even stepped up to the plate, I needed something that would help me stand out from the crowd.
I’ve also decided to approach this from the angle that ‘the name’ is actually not a ‘name’ as such, but a word phrase.
So first, some background definitions and provenance;
as a title of courtesy before a man’s Christian name, mid-15c.,