Why do People Lie? I've met so much lying and avoiding the truth
lately. I'm old fashioned so if somebody lies to me I'll never ever
trust them again. And if they steal a penny I'll never trust them again
either. It's only a Penny is their excuse, but if you cannot be trusted
with a penny then you should not be trusted with millions or billions or
trillions.
Do I look too simple and trusting, you've
seen the photos, you tell me. I certainly don't have the criminal look,
and there is a criminal look, or maybe you are too simple to notice.
Same as there is the Trump arrogant and conceited look, the never trust this salesman look.
But yet they do, only in America.
WE
hear he tweets about the dead, instead of helping the living. John
McCain fought in Vietnam, while others had bone spurs that were NOT
operated on. Is that why he loves the Military so much? Guilt for Draft
Dodging. If he was a CO then I'd respect that, but lying ...
I
spotted thantmy poem about The Dead and The Living has popped up a few
times too. I wrote it on the bus in November 1987 on a Sunday on the way
to work.
I may write a comedy piece tomorrow while I'm
waiting in for our Ukrainian workman. He says "he cannot hide" he seems
2 metres tall so it is true. By them way Ukrainian apples are great our
local store had some.
Let's see where the wind blows
me tomorrow. By the way I analyse everything, so if I miss it, I will
spot it later on in the washing machine of my mind. When your sleep is
as disturbed as mine through my ailments I get plenty of thinking time.
And if anybody says they are doing me a favour they are obviously
pleasing themselves. And if you attempt to patronise me, then you are
on the way to your own graveyard. When we were in the hotel, we would
smile, then when the guest went away we'd say BS to ourselves. I've had
100,000 mini conversations.
Sorry for the ranting
tonight, it's been like having somebody put their hands in my pockets
while I'm still wearing my pants lately.
He could not be Honest even if you Paid him is what my dad used to say.
The stone building further down was my mother's home in Cromane Lower Kerry Eire
that's where all my values stem from.
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