Trump, Lying, Bigly

JUST THE OTHER DAY the chronically confused president stated that his MRI had turned out well, hugely well, better than that of any other president, including George Washington. He later identified rising sea levels as being beneficial to everyone, because it provided ocean front property. As Casey Stengel used to say : "You could look it up." Yes, he really siad these things, and no, you can't make this stuff up. Behold our blathering chief executive, in rare form. Or actually, on a normal day. One might recall similar remarks previouly, concering windmill cancer and such. In preciescientific terms, this phenomena is known as "talking without thinking first because you are such a pathological narcissist that you assume that no matter what you say, its true, simply because you said it", or something like that. Of course, its not the inanities that are troublesome. They are highly entertaining, if only in a tragic sort of way. Its the lies. During his first term Trump told an average of twenty two point five lies per day, verified. Jeff Bezos, who hates Trump, printed them all, I understand, on the back page of the Washington Post, one lie ata time, in hiw Washington post newspaper. Pity that they won't be in print forever, as paper crumbles into dust. Their salvation will forever be the internet. I fully intend to google the question" "how many lies has Trump told during his second term so far, and what is the daily average?, but I haven't gotten to it just yet, as I await more information samples. I'm guessing that its donw somewhat; the great prevaricator seems to have toned it down a bit, perhaps on account of being reminded that people are actually listening and keeping track. As always, he most alarming aspect of all this is the manner in which his sult followers react to it. As if all that Trump says is true, gospel, by virtue only of his having said it, like some messiah, come to deliver all mankind from the rigorous rule of reality. To thepoint: of all these blatant lies, repugnant to all good citizens, accepted only by his most loyal disciples, there stands one alone, looming above all the others, casting its long dark shadow across the endless landscape of lies, taunting us eternally, and you precisely which one it is. the big election lie, the lie of alllies, the lies nearly as cruel and egregious as the one Jesus told when he assured his disciplesthat he wouel return to them within their lifetimes. We belabor thepoint each time we mention it, but remember it we must. Hisotry doesn't repeat itself, but it rhymes, and the rythem must at some point be broken, lest we sink beneath an avalanche of misinformation, as we currently are. The final fact about Trump's big election lie is this: the moment on that fateful night in November twenty twenty when Trump spoke his traitorous lie,every peron, placenadthing on the planet who heard knewinstantly that it was a lie, no exceptions. Nobody beieved what he said, including those who still claim that they do. Two weeks previously he had told his daugher what he intended to do, and he did it. "No matter what happens in this election, we'll just say that we won. Fuck it." ANd at that precise moment, the crucial moment, all of us had a choice to make: whether to embrace it and jump onboard the train to national destruction, or to call a lie a lie,and to take ars against a sea of iniquity, to paraphrase Shakespeare. Ther could be no hesitation.Our choice would be immediate, and binding. Whatever we chose, we would hae to live with. The moral implications alone were and remain prodigious. And we all made our choice, and we all must live with the choice we made...