THE ART OF LYING -
By Bernard Bujold -
In the end, we can conclude that everyone is a bit of a liar (except me...).
But there are two kinds of liars...
There's the one who lies with a sense of humor because it's part of his lifestyle, and there's the other liar who wants to hide the truth from us. I hate the second category...
Donald Trump falls into the first category, and he reminds me of the old florist who used to set up shop in front of my downtown office some years ago! The old florist used to tell me he had the most beautiful flowers in the world... These humorous liars aren't dangerous because they're never personal in their lies, and we know they're playing with us and their truth by embellishing their stories. You just have to know it...
But the liar who claims to tell us our truth and who hides reality from us to better manipulate us directly scares me. I sometimes fall victim to this kind of city liar, as I call them. Neighbors, shopkeepers, suppliers, or employees, but I always end up discovering their game! I'm then saddened by their attempt to betray me. I must be too sentimental... It's probably because of my rural origins!
By Bernard Bujold -
In the end, we can conclude that everyone is a bit of a liar (except me...).
But there are two kinds of liars...
There's the one who lies with a sense of humor because it's part of his lifestyle, and there's the other liar who wants to hide the truth from us. I hate the second category...
Donald Trump falls into the first category, and he reminds me of the old florist who used to set up shop in front of my downtown office some years ago! The old florist used to tell me he had the most beautiful flowers in the world... These humorous liars aren't dangerous because they're never personal in their lies, and we know they're playing with us and their truth by embellishing their stories. You just have to know it...
But the liar who claims to tell us our truth and who hides reality from us to better manipulate us directly scares me. I sometimes fall victim to this kind of city liar, as I call them. Neighbors, shopkeepers, suppliers, or employees, but I always end up discovering their game! I'm then saddened by their attempt to betray me. I must be too sentimental... It's probably because of my rural origins!
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