WON’T SOMEONE PLEASE
tell us the truth?
Easy answer: no.
THE SIMPLE REASON BEING
that in war the first casualty always is truth. (Cliché, but true …)
whom do we believe—
- those typically perfidious Russians
- the nice duly-elected (ergo God) President of the United Sates*?
- any of the many
truth propaganda outlets …
… all claiming (blatantly or subtly) to be good honest reporting? (Other than me, do any such exist?) (And I have my doubts even about him).
but wait, believe now and you get a Free Pass to eternity, complete with all the wine, women, men, infants (if Islamic) and song you could want for all eternity. (Actually, believe now and you may just get it even sooner … boom boom~!)
disgustipated with the ‘truths’ they are fed sometimes set themselves up as alternate dispensers thereof. It’s all very confusing … a bit like poking through all the various brands and franchises of ‘holy’ books looking for the One True God/s. Pays yer money, take ya chances. Brrrr.
this new (to me) outlet. Got a wee article titled “Houthi’s Destroy 11 Saudi Warships in 6 Months” which for all I know might even be true. I have no way of proving/disproving, so like any ‘news’ outlet we have to either accept on faith or worry and fret.
But if you go there I think you are intended to accept the shattered ship image as being of a Saudi ship so clobbered. To which I respond with a cynical “Oh. Really?”
is not only the First Casualty, Truth is always grabbed, stripped, raped, and tucked away out of sight.
But Truth will eventually out, despite the best efforts of the nice folks you have duly elected to safely run your life for you—
Truth escaping from the well
Her mirror, there? It’s the Mirror Of Truth. Let’s hope that YOU never have to look into it, but sadly there is no evading it in the long run.
The gamble that our politicians and beloved Leaders always take is purely one of time …
* Who already has kept every single one of his campaign promises and so is utterly blameless, incorruptible; as pure as the driven snow and even more trustworthy than Santa Claus.
“Mr Argus … Sir?”
“Hic? Oh, Little Virginia; please, not now, Sweetie …”
“Sir—you’re looking awfully green after that asterisk; would you like me to get you a barf-bag?”