Wednesday, September 18, 2024

when a lie becomes a confession

Vance let the cat out of the bag, I will lie to get the media to talk about what i want them to talk about”.  The most Republican thing ever said.

“If I have to create stories so that the American media actually pays attention to the suffering of the American people, then that's what I'm going to do”. ~ (current alias, JD Vance) Republican nominee for Vice-President. 2024.

“Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour”.  ~ Exodus xx. 16.

That commandment speaks to a grievous form of lying, lying to do harm to person(s), malicious perhaps to death. Vance is a US senator from Ohio. He slanders his fellow Ohioans with repeated lies, that they kill and eat wildfowl, and neighbours' pets. The particular people he attacks are émigrés from Haiti living in Springfield, and Dayton. He gets bonus lies in that they are black people from the Caribbean, Kamala Harris' father came from Jamaica in the Caribbean.

“…But let us not forget that violence does not and cannot exist by itself: It is invariably intertwined with the lie. They are linked in the most intimate, most organic and profound fashion: Violence cannot conceal itself behind anything except lies, and lies have nothing to maintain them save violence. Anyone who has once proclaimed violence as his method must inexorably choose the lie as his principle. At birth, violence acts openly and even takes pride in itself. But as soon as it gains strength and becomes firmly established, it begins to sense the air around it growing thinner; it can no longer exist without veiling itself in a mist of lies, without concealing itself behind the sugary words of falsehood. No longer does violence always and necessarily lunge straight for your throat; more often than not it demands of its subjects only that they pledge allegiance to lies, that they participate in falsehood...”. ~ from Aleksandr Isajevič Solzhenitsyn Nobel Lecture. 1970.  

“Every lie is a poison; there are no harmless lies. Only the truth is safe”. ~ Lev Nikolajevič Tolstoj. Resurrection. 1899.

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