“Politics is never about the truth. Who would vote for it? Elections is
all about pandering to your tiresome, your put-upon by, and your
overweight pretending that their poundage is not at all their fault. To
do that, they cannot let a smidgen of truth infect their pure,
unadulterated mendacity. No, no. The minute truth gets a toe-hold, soon
all sorts of reality-based responsibility creeps in and your creeps
won’t be able to keep the delusion going that they are the good guys.
The problem with the rest of you is that you’re not miserable enough to
need a morally bankrupt liar to hide the ugly reality of your hopeless
condition from you. Yet.”
You can ask how a girl from Jersey ended up Ambassador to the Unpronounceable planet of the Blobs, but I really have no idea, and wouldn't bother to explain if I did. Read the book. This is extra bonus material for which you should be grateful.
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Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Never Truth
“Politics is never about the truth. Who would vote for it? Elections is
all about pandering to your tiresome, your put-upon by, and your
overweight pretending that their poundage is not at all their fault. To
do that, they cannot let a smidgen of truth infect their pure,
unadulterated mendacity. No, no. The minute truth gets a toe-hold, soon
all sorts of reality-based responsibility creeps in and your creeps
won’t be able to keep the delusion going that they are the good guys.
The problem with the rest of you is that you’re not miserable enough to
need a morally bankrupt liar to hide the ugly reality of your hopeless
condition from you. Yet.”
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Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Trump, Hillary, and the Lies That Bind
This is the season for politics in the US of A and I am enjoying the spluttering outrage of your fact-based contingent in the electorate once again. Of course Donald Trump can get away with saying Hillary started your Birther conspiracy theory – because she didn't. Me, I'm not the thinker in this family. To understand, and so's I don't have to bother, here's my ma's cousin Claire explaining it in 2012.
It makes sense that the news don't cover the "truth" neither. Who would watch? When Hillary claims Trump is a Birther, you yawn. Even if you love her and hate him – admit it – you yawn. Because elections is all about your tiresome, your put-upon by, and your overweight pretending that their misery is not at all their fault. To do that, they cannot let a smidgen of truth infect the pure, unadulterated mendacity. No, no. The minute truth gets a toe-hold, soon all sorts of reality-based responsibility creeps in and your creeps won't be able to keep the delusion going that they are the good guys. The problem with the rest of you is that you're not miserable enough to need a morally bankrupt liar to hide the ugly reality of your hopeless condition from you. Yet.
It makes sense that the news don't cover the "truth" neither. Who would watch? When Hillary claims Trump is a Birther, you yawn. Even if you love her and hate him – admit it – you yawn. Because elections is all about your tiresome, your put-upon by, and your overweight pretending that their misery is not at all their fault. To do that, they cannot let a smidgen of truth infect the pure, unadulterated mendacity. No, no. The minute truth gets a toe-hold, soon all sorts of reality-based responsibility creeps in and your creeps won't be able to keep the delusion going that they are the good guys. The problem with the rest of you is that you're not miserable enough to need a morally bankrupt liar to hide the ugly reality of your hopeless condition from you. Yet.
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