Okay, Gruber's right. Orwell's "Politics and the English Language" is, just a few words in, already worth its weight in gold.  (See what I did there?)

Each of these passages has faults of its own, but, quite apart from avoidable ugliness, two qualities are common to all of them. The first is staleness of imagery; the other is lack of precision. The writer either has a meaning and cannot express it, or he inadvertently says something else, or he is almost indifferent as to whether his words mean anything or not.

This mixture of vagueness and sheer incompetence is the most marked characteristic of modern English prose, and especially of any kind of political writing. As soon as certain topics are raised, the concrete melts into the abstract and no one seems able to think of turns of speech that are not hackneyed; prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated hen-house.

A sincere thanks, George.  Even realizing the slight irony, I get the feeling I'm going to turn this into a canned email response, because there's no way I'm going to say this any better by myself.

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