I AM THE TONGUE OF THE LIAR
WHO AM I?
I am the tongue of the liar and I am the best in the business. Some say our lineage goes back to the snake who lied about the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. If I were to say that’s a lie!, then you could count on it. God looks to our lineage to deliver and since then we have lied for and against just about everything. Every clan, tribe, country, religion and corporation needs an experienced tongue now and then. Who do you think is in the President’s mouth from time to time? How about this one: “Weapons of mass destruction.” At the U.N.! Or “Too big to fail.” You see, it’s not the lie, it’s the tongue of the liar. It’s how it rolls off the tongue that makes the difference. Everybody knew W and the Fed were lying; there was no doubt. What saved the day was the tongue that told those MONSTROUS, IMPOSSIBLE lies. Not every tongue can rise to the level of the impossible when needed. It’s a gift.
WHY AM I HERE?
It’s a great era to be the tongue of a liar! A Golden Age. An age of massive lies. Do we doubt genocide and global warming? Every day I make the rounds of the news outlets, like a mall, right? Some carry one kind of story. Another set of outlets carry the opposite. My guy surrounds himself with small minds so they can’t deliver the big messages. That’s MY job, to bring the BIG DEAL. My guy starts an interview and he smiles and pauses, he’s on the launch pad with one easy softball question, like he’s actually thinking (as if), and suddenly I’m running down this narrow mental alleyway between what is and what is not and he’s caring nothing for his reputation or the international repercussions. Then I realize we have to totally change the game, tell the GRAND LIE, a GENERATIONAL lie! A lie so large and so all encompassing that it takes in the last 50 years of history about a specific topic and flips it on its head. The lie is so outrageous that they don’t respond, they just report. Said often enough and with sincerity, the GRAND LIE is not a negative.
WHAT DO I WANT?
Besides the BIG lies that move countries and generations, I like the intimate lie, the lover’s lie, the leader’s lie. Sweet lies about glory, your glory. Those earnest looks and whispered promises. The touching, the hand shake held for a few moments longer than necessary, to show intention. The shoulder touch. I tell you that he knows what you want. He’s listened to you. You’re not alone. He’s here for you, protecting you. The direct one-on-one eye contact. The motivating word from his mouth, a great-looking mouth. I tell you this will be dangerous, very dangerous. We won’t let this fail, but it will take YOUR effort. You’re so close you watch his mouth, watch the words roll off me and his determined chin. He’s a person of flesh and blood and I tell you he’s relying on you; we’re ALL relying on you. He smells good and your nose wouldn’t lie about a thing like that. His heart beats good and pure, like your heart. You believe him. You will do as he asks, even though it is very, VERY dangerous “...and you may lose your life. But the cause is worth it,” says the tongue of the liar, quoting my ancestor, the snake.
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