Day 106. Liar Liar

Well, seeing as how today’s “T”-day, this is my opportunity to rant about a subject that’s been on my mind for a long time, now.  Truth.  Or the lack of it.  Seems it’s in very short supply.  Truth be told (no pun intended) it feels like ever since Bill Clinton swore he’d “never had sex with that woman”, we’ve been going steadily down hill.

We’ve just come through a Presidential campaign that was not just ugly and filled with mud-slinging, from both sides, each of the candidates was guilty of throwing inaccurate facts around.  Of not being entirely truthful.  Shocking, really.

Will we ever know what really happened in Benghazi?  Or have we already heard so many lies, we’ll be incapable of recognizing the truth when we hear it.  If we ever do.

And Patraeus!  What are we supposed to make of that?  A distinguished former military officer, turned CIA Director cheats on his wife.  Lies to her, essentially.  And indirectly, because of who he is and what he does, he’s also guilty of lying to his colleagues, his superiors and the American people.  To the President of the United Continue reading

Day 38. Staying Focussed

Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus was Roman Emperor from 54 to 68.  

While his adoptive great uncle Claudius, who he succeeded, built many new roads, aqueducts and canals Nero, whose interests leaned more toward the cultural life of the Empire, had theatres built and promoted athletic games.  Known for his extravagance, and also as a tyrant, he was responsible for many executions, including his mother’s (so much for the notion that blood is thicker than water).  And on June 9, 68, amid rumours of his impending assassination, he became the first Roman Emperor to commit suicide.

History lessons aside, my real reason for bringing him up, is a story (or rumour, as Tacitus insisted) that goes something like this:  While the great fire of Rome burned for six days, Nero was off, playing his fiddle.  Which, in itself, is technically incorrect.  Apparently there were no fiddles in first century Rome.  He would have been playing the lyre.  But never mind.  The point is, he was doing something else while the Empire, over which he ruled, was being destroyed.

He was distracted.  He wasn’t paying attention.  He wasn’t focussed on what he should have been focussed on.

Sadly, this makes me think of the 2012 Presidential race.  While the candidates, and the parties, are slinging mud at each other, the United States is in one hell of a mess!  And with all this nonsense going on, how is anyone supposed to decide which Continue reading