“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” I thought this morning, seeing the prompt. SO being the avid truth-seeker I am, I went to The Great Oracle (Google) to find the rest of this rhyme I learned it was “Hanging from a telegraph wire” which in my childhood mutated to “telephone” and NOW? THEN I “learned” it was a paraphrase of a poem by William Blake, “The Liar” which goes like this:
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
Do they dangle in the night?”
And THEN I learned that Blake never wrote that, another lie or just more of the kind of prissy knowledge we can all trot out from time to time that later bites us in the butt. To learn more about THIS an article in Atlas Obscura sheds some truth (maybe) on this matter.
I’ve known too many liars and I don’t really want to write more about my mom, brother and the Evil X and the various less potent and skillful liars it’s been my “pleasure” to know. My theory about lies is that most of them are told to get something or get an unfair advantage or cover up for a personal inadequacy. The “why” is only marginally important, though. The important thing is to GET AWAY from them which isn’t easy when they’re in your family or you’re as gullible as I am.
I have posted this before, but the best thing on lying I know is this performance by Henry Rollins. “Enjoy.”
P.S. The reason fiction was illegal in China WAAAAAAAYYYYYY back in the day was because it didn’t tell the truth. It couldn’t be published or sold. It was considered an idle pastime for degenerate people. And here we are where the truthful news media (whichever they are) are similarly doubted. Yesterday I read that the current president is in office as the leader of a puppet government. This is why they keep counting votes. Lies are exhausting…