Observations

The Name of Things

The Name of Things

  A childhood friend on Facebook recently called me a Republican.  On our playground sixty years ago, I would have pushed her into a snow bank. I was a 'bully' (as the girls daily named me).  But Republican?  She lives a thousand miles away. The grade school...

Liars and Storytellers (4): Reason to Believe

Liars and Storytellers (4): Reason to Believe

If I listened long enough to you I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried Still I look to find a reason to believe Reason to Believe, Lyrics by Tim Hardin, 1965 'Everyone has their own reality,' she asserts with a...

Liars & Storytellers (3) (Background)

Liars & Storytellers (3) (Background)

"Life's becoming better, sweeter," the poster announces.  Deception begins with truth, however thin,  The Great Famine, 1931-32, witnessed 6-8 million Soviet deaths by starvation. Indeed, in 1934, when this poster appeared, life had gotten better. The dead were dead;...

Liars and Storytellers: The Project

Liars and Storytellers: The Project

Liars and Storytellers is a non-fiction book project, which examines…here we go… liars and storytellers. I know a great deal about them. Our generation as did our brothers', uncles' and fathers' generations fought those who in the name of socialism spewed blood and...

The liar speaks truth: Deception and working truth (7)

The liar speaks truth: Deception and working truth (7)

Relatives visit the farm. Outside, the temperature was -25F. High winds swirled snow devils NW>SW across the south field. We had returned from X-C skiing. He picked up a book on Soviet intelligence operations in mid-twentieth century America. "That proves Joe...

liars and dupes: Deception and working truth (6)

liars and dupes: Deception and working truth (6)

 Facebook vs. the public toilet Broadcasting one's impassioned message was harder back in the old days. For most of us, the public restroom was enough. One found a pen, composed an impassioned plea, then sat with trousers at ankles, and scrawled on the wall. Further...