By 'among us' I mostly mean on the net, in the media, and in government -- in every nation. That's for starters. Compared to that, RF isn't large enough to be at most more than a drop in the bucket of the group I'm talking about when I say 'among us'.
From our birth to our death, we humans use our knowledge as the raw material and resource to build ideas that serve us as maps to navigate the world in which we live, in order to get what we need and want out of our lives.
Is that not true? The gist of it?
What, then is a liar, but a thief of our will, our autonomy, our freedom, and whatever might be our right to govern ourselves? A thief of our goals, our ambitions, and dreams --- who takes over and navigates us to his or her own destinations, and to our unforeseen rocks?
What, then is a liar, but one who, through negligence or with intent, deceives us into potentially murdering our own work to improve our own lives?
What, then, is a liar, but a rapist of sorts who takes at his will, without any right of his own, whatever he needs of us to chain and enslave us as his tools -- all 'simply' by faking our maps with falsehoods, false hopes, and hidden lies?
What, then is a liar, but one who, through negligence or with intent, deceives us into potentially murdering our own work to improve our own lives?
What, then, is a liar, but a rapist of sorts who takes at his will, without any right of his own, whatever he needs of us to chain and enslave us as his tools -- all 'simply' by faking our maps with falsehoods, false hopes, and hidden lies?
Can't see lying in an actual rapist? Ever been lured by lies into approaching a car or van? I stopped a woman from walking just like that towards a pale green car that she herself could see had pulled over so a friendly, but confused man, might politely ask her for directions. He even had his large brown-bag lunch right by his side. Obviously, he was as he said, missing his lunch break because he'd gotten lost running an errand for his demanding boss.
That was my future first wife. She was so physically beautiful, I knew she could become a target. I'd first noticed her myself when I was eating in a huge cafeteria and turned to see what could cause a room so large with an at least 30 foot high ceiling to suddenly about two-thirds hush. A few weeks later, I met her at a party.
That's when I decided there was a good chance she mostly always wore black. I drew the logical conclusion: People admired women in black far and away more than I had ever suspected, but now I was at last beginning to empathize with their feelings -- quite obviously, I concluded I had entered my long-delayed growth spurt to achieve emotional maturity.
Too easy for someone to focus on her in a crowd -- and through no fault of her own. I was soon enough worried that she was late.
She grew up in Europe mostly. Graduated form a boarding school in Switzerland at a time when French girls hitchhiked long distances alone. Too soon back in America to reorient herself to a country she'd only lived in two full years anyway.
When I decided she was running too late that day, I had by then already packed my own preferred style of brown-bag lunch (in a real brown bag, by the way, I am nothing if not properly detailed and polished whenever aligning myself for a side attack from a distance against any kind of criminal assault). Then I started quickly walking back along the path I knew she would be taking to meet me -- if she still could. Every friend of a woman, beautiful or not, boyfriend or not, knows what I'm talking about, knows that feeling,
When I first saw her, she was still standing in place, talking with him twenty-five or so feet from his car. A minute later, she took her first step. That's when I broke into a race.
Lying is almost always in some way intrinsic to rape. In a way, the two words are in the same family, and in some sense -- even when applied to politics, and to the will of the people to govern themselves.
That was my future first wife. She was so physically beautiful, I knew she could become a target. I'd first noticed her myself when I was eating in a huge cafeteria and turned to see what could cause a room so large with an at least 30 foot high ceiling to suddenly about two-thirds hush. A few weeks later, I met her at a party.
That's when I decided there was a good chance she mostly always wore black. I drew the logical conclusion: People admired women in black far and away more than I had ever suspected, but now I was at last beginning to empathize with their feelings -- quite obviously, I concluded I had entered my long-delayed growth spurt to achieve emotional maturity.
Too easy for someone to focus on her in a crowd -- and through no fault of her own. I was soon enough worried that she was late.
She grew up in Europe mostly. Graduated form a boarding school in Switzerland at a time when French girls hitchhiked long distances alone. Too soon back in America to reorient herself to a country she'd only lived in two full years anyway.
When I decided she was running too late that day, I had by then already packed my own preferred style of brown-bag lunch (in a real brown bag, by the way, I am nothing if not properly detailed and polished whenever aligning myself for a side attack from a distance against any kind of criminal assault). Then I started quickly walking back along the path I knew she would be taking to meet me -- if she still could. Every friend of a woman, beautiful or not, boyfriend or not, knows what I'm talking about, knows that feeling,
When I first saw her, she was still standing in place, talking with him twenty-five or so feet from his car. A minute later, she took her first step. That's when I broke into a race.
Lying is almost always in some way intrinsic to rape. In a way, the two words are in the same family, and in some sense -- even when applied to politics, and to the will of the people to govern themselves.
Comments?
Anyone commenting is welcome to suggest how they believe they should be treated by other posters here on RF in the hypothetical and unlikely event they were to post a potentially harmful lie? Or perhaps, if in an equally improbable hypothetical event, they were to stubbornly refused to see as false and harmful something they posted. Either one does for the definition of 'liar', so far as I'm concerned.
Got any kids? If I had kids, I'd take lying seriously, after seeing how 1/6 came about. Won't be much of a life for kids today, only a few years from today, if that BS doesn't stop. Don't you think?
It does not matter which side you think the BS was poured from, does it? If you think 1/6 could not have come about without some kind of BS, then think of the kids, even a kid that isn't your own. The BS has to stop, unless you hate those kids.
When you have no self-respect, when you won't stand up for yourself, some real thing, some reality soon enough rolls over you, right? What if you thought you were standing up for yourself, but someone had lied to you about that, had painted a target on you instead -- for that real thing, for that reality?
The Lakota put to death any scout willing to lie to his own people.
My 2 cents. Your own mileage may vary, and that's your call. Just as it ought always to be when you're not trapping or tricking anyone as a consequence of your words and convictions other than yourself.
Especially not trapping future generations. If you are, and you don't care, something that was once you has died.
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