There is a special place in the world for people who constantly lie to others — who dupe decent but naive folks who trust them, and rely on them to do the right thing. (See photo to the right.)
You see, career politicians lie and lie. They eventually have no idea they’re lying, because they have no idea anymore what the truth is. And they’ve gotten to the point where they don’t care. Everyone knows politicians lie. It’s part of the job description. They only stop lying when they take a break to think up new lies. They say exactly what they need to say. To get the job done. They do know what they need to do — what job needs to get done. But you probably don’t.
Because they lie about it.
Lies can be spotted. There are key phrases — red flags — we can watch for. Here is a list of them. When you hear a politician say any of these, everything which follows is a lie:
“Trust me when I say . . .”
“I sincerely believe . . .”
“The American people want . . .”
“There is no doubt that . . .”
“I’m proud to announce . . .”
“Thanks for that kind introduction!”
“Good evening!”
“Good afternoon!”
“I’m honored to be here!”
“How are you?”
The Nuremberg Tribunal of 1946 declared that crimes against peace are “the supreme international crime, differing only from other war crimes in that it contains within itself the accumulated evil of the whole.”
I would make a parallel assessment. Lying is the supreme personal crime, differing from other offensive personal behavior in that it contains within itself the accumulated potential for all other offensive, even criminal, behavior. When a person lies to you, the gateway for every other possible abuse is flung wide open. Humiliation, treachery, sexual abuse, theft, embezzlement, libel, slander, even murder. Would you trust a liar around your children? Would you trust a liar with your house keys? Would you even trust a liar to watch your things while you went to the restroom?
My previous blog dealt with how not to deal a with serial killer.
It contains an important lesson.
Understand . . .
Serial killers and career politicians are very similar.
They both have us at their mercy. They both have the power of life and death over us.
They don’t play by the same rules as you and I. They are ruthlessly amoral. There may be exceptions to this. But as anomalies, these only confirm the rule.
They both have value systems which exclusively serve their own needs. The only value the serial killer places on human life is the kick he gets from terminating the lives of others. It’s about a brutal hedonism and personal power.
The only value career politicians place on the trust and loyalty of their constituents, is how it serves to secure their prestigious jobs in the national limelight, and positions them best serve their deep-pocketed ruling class patrons. It’s about job security and personal power. All else is subordinate and thus entirely irrelevant.
In my previous blog, I described in nauseating detail what the serial killer of my narrative did to his victims.
Then I described the idiotic, completely lame, totally ineffective things a community did to try to stop the gruesome violence. Maybe the folks meant well, but they were entirely out of touch with reality to think any of it would be effective.
At this point you ask: What’s your point, John Rachel? Is this supposed to be funny? Actually it’s pretty twisted!
Well, it is twisted. But it’s twisted on a lot of levels. Not only is the killer clearly twisted, but apparently our cerebral cortex is too, if we actually believe that any of the measures outlined — regardless of how commonly heralded they might be — could possibly work. Apparently, all too often our minds are gripped by a covert confusion where form and substance are conflated into a toxic brew of false hope and ridiculous expectations.
‘We have to do something!’ subliminally becomes a license to do a lot of stuff which has no hope of succeeding but temporarily satisfies the anxious goading of desperation and guilt.
My point is that all of the chosen methods to stop the killer were obviously a total waste of energy and time. What incentive is there in any of the tactics for the killer to end his orgy of violence? He loves killing and mutilating people! He doesn’t care what others think or how much suffering it causes. This is how he gets his jollies. Dead bodies are his reward!
There’s only one option: He must be eliminated. He must be taken out of circulation!
And this is precisely the way we deal with our current coven of elected officials.
I’m not suggesting assassination. All I’m saying that if we want things to get better, these pay-for-play politicians — serial liars — who are puppets to Wall Street, investment banks, transnational corporations; who’ve let our country be stolen by a wealthy ruling elite; who have demonstrated time and time again they will never truly represent the interests and needs of their constituents . . . MUST BE REMOVED FROM POWER.
. . . THEY MUST BE GIVEN THEIR PINK SLIPS AND SENT PACKING . . .
. . . AND NEVER ALLOWED TO ROAM THE HALLS OF CONGRESS AGAIN!
We’ve had enough abuse. We’ve been victimized too long. No more lies.
Regime change in Congress in November 2018!
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Dealing With A Serial Killer
There’s a serial killer loose in town. Eight to ten people a month have been murdered over the past several years. They’re dropping like flies!
Well, they’re not actually dropping like flies. Flies usually fall on their backs, their legs do this happy feet dance, they expire with little fanfare or ritual, then dry up and blow away.
On the other hand . . .
This homicidal monster has some strange fetishes. He ends a person’s life immediately by driving an axe in the face, then cuts the dead body into various size chunks. The entrails he drapes in trees around town, the finely-carved fillets of flesh from the meatier parts of the body — thighs, calves, arms, backs and stomachs if there’s a nice balance between fat and muscle — are fed to stray dogs by tossing them in alleys around town. More delicate parts — eyes, ears, lips, tongues, genitals — are stuffed into bubble mailers and arrive in mailboxes in the nicer neighborhoods. They’re marked ‘Something Special Just For You’. Finally the bones are stacked on the hoods of parked police cruisers.
It’s a horrifying, gruesome mess that has pushed the entire community to near insanity.
So . . . what do you do?
I got it!
You put an ad in the local paper: Stop killing people! We don’t like it!
You get people together for marches. They go through the business district during the busiest hour of the day carrying protest signs, chanting anti-serial killing slogans, and singing Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall.
You sell t-shirts that say: “Serial killing is bad for humans and other living things!”
You get experts on TV talking about how the killing really should stop, how the violence and fear is tearing the community apart, what bad effects this has on the kids growing up in this type of environment. There’s unanimity on all the panels discussing this. No one comes out in favor of serial killing.
We mount a campaign to send emails to the serial killer — don’t ask me how but somehow we got hold of his AOL email address — and his In box is flooded to capacity with messages decrying his butchery: ‘People are really upset. You’re a sick man!’ ‘Burn in Hell, MF!’ ‘What is wrong with you? Don’t you know killing is bad?’
We call his office — again, don’t ask me how we got his phone number but we did, he has an office somewhere in the city — morning, noon, and night. It’s organized through the Code Blue Mothers Against Murder ad hoc committee, and 800 to 1,000 calls a day pour in to his office. Every once in a while, we get a live person. Boy, do we give her an earful! But usually, we get an automatic answering device with a menu: If you’re against serial killing, please press #1. If you’re for serial killing, please press #2. If you wish to speak personally to a member of our staff, just stay on the line and someone will be with you shortly [ bleep click ] Expected wait time to answer your call 2 hours and 15 minutes.
We set up a Town Hall Meeting. It’s attended by thousands of angry, concerned citizens and they can’t all fit into the high school gymnasium where it’s being held. The serial killer appears on a video screen — with his hockey goalie mask on, of course — and people vent and express their outrage. When things calm down a bit, people ask questions and plead with the serial killer. He explains he has difficulty controlling his temper, but he says he can see people are upset, so he’ll try harder.
There are no killings for a week. Then they start up again.
So finally, we pull out the big gun. Yes . . . a petition!
We circulate a petition both in person on the streets, and online — it’s up on MoveOn.org and Avaaz. We get tens of thousands of signatures! In fact everyone — well, everyone who hasn’t been murdered yet — signs it. Our signature drive is a complete success.
Yessiree! We’ve really got this psycho by the balls!
Now we wait.
For some reason the killing hasn’t stopped. Three more this week.
Where did we go wrong?
Hmm.