“The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie, deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.” John F. Kennedy—and so it goes, a conman, a sick and senile sinister salesman of pure puffery, talks and talks, twists and turns the truth into unimaginable forms, but those who let bull shit stick to their own flesh and tongue, are happy to believe, because, they want a hero, no matter how heinous the cape he wears appears, so Rudy Giuliani plays Robin to a Trumpian Bat Man or in this perhaps a Vampire!
“The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness and may be infinitely diminished and infinitely increased. Shadow is the means by which bodies display their form. The forms of bodies could not be understood in detail but for shadow.” Leonardo da Vinci—I didn’t do it, but if I had, I had good reason, because democracy is not my cup of tea, I prefer a stronger dose of alcohol, one which permits my indiscretions to eliminate any conscience, because with booze I can be the bully and if time catches up with me, my excuse is I was just drunk. No harm no foul, if my illegal intentions interfered with the legitimacy of laws of which I no use. William Barr, Mike Pompeo, two warriors of the underworld, whose fame and fortune without perjury and prejudice would only be footnotes in history, but now have become the chapter titles of the book WAR!
A liar often smiles subtly while telling a lie; it's an unconscious expression of his delight in getting away with a whopper. Pamela Meyer—Ever watch the eyes stare into the nothingness his brain is showing him? The mouth, with his lips sometimes barely moving, but most often imitating those wind-up teeth that ramble around a flat surface until the mechanism which moves them suddenly dies. The tiny hands flying all over the place, his arms moving to the left and to the right, used to take your eye off of the words he sputters? Ever notice when he stands next to any man, thin or tall and especially the kind of guys he wishes he could be, who seem strong and rugged, how he elongates his tie, puffs his chest which still remains hidden by the girth of his waist, preening, pretending he is MACHISMO? It is the clown act, the insecure lying, lecherous uncontrollable tick from Trump whose entire body almost wants to explode from the pressure of his lies!
Trump is unloved in his own house. A figure of ridicule, a theatrical creation, he is almost sympathetic. He was told by the greedy and the outright stupid that he would make a swell president. The Liar's Paradox has spun out of control, with liars lying to a liar who believed the lie. What would that be called? Fox News, I think. Richard Cohen—It can also be called The Christian American Evangelical Taliban, all Nazi’s good and bad, and surprisingly the white suburban women who in the 2016 election bought the bull shit served it to their families and ate on Trump stakes, and are only now discovering how poisoned those meals had become!
