The time honored tradition of bending the truth dates back to biblical times, when parables and didactic fiction exaggerated - or outright fictional stories contrived to teach a lesson or exemplify some noble quality of life - were sprinkled throughout the old testament. Honesty may be the best policy, but these days it seems to be in very short supply. There’s Barack Obama taking on that special role of regular guy, telling an interviewer just weeks after launching his big gun control initiative that he “goes shooting” all the time. Apparently, the festivities at Camp David include clay pigeons and skeet. Now, I can see the Commander in Chief, wearing that leather Eisenhower jacket, taking a time out from solving the world’s problems by trying to hit speeding discs of clay with buckshot; I just can’t see the Secret Service, let alone the First Lady, allowing a bunch of weekend guests anywhere near Her Man with shotguns in their hands. Accidents happen. Even among liberals and suck-up lobbyists. Reporters note the President told us about his ongoing love for the Chicago White Sox, though he couldn’t name a current player and mispronounced the name Comisky - which in two different stadiums has been the teams’ home since 1909.
Then after bragging about his bowling prowess, he proceeded to send a couple of gutter bowls shakily down the alley as the cameras rolled.
Speaking of sports, would you buy used car from Lance Armstrong, the Joe Isuzu of Cycling? How about a double date with Manti Teo? He would have had less trouble dating an Alabama running back. Lots of scoring and nobody dies.
Some people are just a little too anal about everything. Like the guy suing the Subway sandwich people because he’s found that the Foot Long sandwiches he’s been buying are not all they’re cracked up to be. In fact, the man alleges, they’re an inch short. People lying about the length of their special item. Imagine that…
Finally, in a CBS News commentary this weekend, a suggestion that effectively turns Supreme Court Justices and Constitutional scholars into a bunch of well educated Maytag Repairmen and women. A Georgetown professor, too busy to be bothered debating, interpreting, or even amending the constitution, suggests we scrap it all together. Why, he says, let some document written by a bunch of rich old coots in the 1700’s rule our lives? They have no idea what we’re going through. No, Professor, but if they hadn’t written it down, the Best Nation the world has ever known, would be nothing more than a few sentences of graffiti in some British prison.
