Everybody hates to be lied to. In fact, we love to regal friends and relatives with tales told by magnificent liars. We laugh ourselves silly about this.
But what of the truth tellers? How do they fare in a hypocritical society? Their tales are not nearly as funny because when the truth comes to the surface people lose jobs, relationships dissolve, arguments erupt, fisticuffs occur, and murder results. All of this over the truth we claim we want to hear.
Perhaps we want to hear the truth; perhaps we love the truth. Deep down we want the unadulterated truth to come out about the government and all of it's corrupt agencies. We want the truth about the police and their corrupt practices. We want the truth about the Republican & Democratic Parties and their hypocrisy. We want the truth about the rich people who live in multimillion dollar mansions and their twisted means of acquiring the wealth they enjoy. And by the way, didn't he rape that girl? We want the truth about how Sophia got promoted; everybody knows she's bangin' the boss, right? We want the truth about who's having an affair on the job and who got caught in the parking lot giving a blow job.
But we don't want to know the truth about ourselves, do we? No, no, no, no! And we most certainly don't want to know the truth about the children we've bore or sired. After all, our children are a reflection of us, are they not? And being a reflection of us, they magnify our shortcomings, don't they? The actions of our children say much about us as parents. I mean, don't we love to take the credit for little Johnnie's accomplishments? When our daughters place a violin under their chins and play their first solo at a school concert, don't we swell with pride? We say to anyone who'll listen, "She gets her musical inclinations from me. I used to play in the band. Did I ever tell you that?"
But what about when our daughters become whores? Or worse yet, depending on how you look at it, become prostitutes? Who takes the credit for that? What's the truth? What about the son that has a prison cell reserved for him because they know he's coming back. After all, he's been in and out of prison cells for the better part of his life. Who takes the credit for that? What's the truth?
If we love the truth so much, why are the consequences of telling the truth so dire? Why do people get fired from high paying jobs and rarely find the same kind of jobs in the marketplace even though they are the very best at what they do? Why do students, teachers, police officers, executives, and yes, even members of the clergy, use the same words as criminals when describing a truth teller? Isn't the truth teller called a rat?! And isn't "rat " a Mafia term? Yet the good American uses this term to describe the person who tells the truth on corporate America?
What's going on? What are we thinking? Shouldn't the truth tellers be applauded? I mean isn't it easier to lie? Isn't it much easier to refuse to tell the truth, knowing you're going to hurt someone's feelings or lose your job? Aren't the truth tellers the real modern day heroes? Why aren't these people celebrated? And if we don't celebrate them, who will tell the truth? It makes more sense to be quiet; to shut up; to be evasive; to flat out lie, doesn't it? Because if you tell the truth, you could lose everything, could you not? The bottom line is, there isn't a market for truth, is there? And with no market for truth, we all become liars. Only the brave (fools) tell the truth. The rest are cowards (wise). Which one are you?