Tell me lies. Tell me sweet little lies.

A little lie, here and there.  Just, ya know, tweak the truth a little bit – for money of course.  If we justify actions by reference to money then those little lies can be ignored, swept under the rug.  No harm, no foul.  Lies become commodities and we take the blame.  Someone in a powerful position lies and that lie becomes a product with its attendant accessories of guilt.  And we buy the lie and we accept the guilt and the person in power is therefore absolved.  In the immortal words of Thom Yorke: “You do it to yourself, you do.  And that's what really hurts”.

All this against the backdrop of a raging sea (don’t forget Robert: “I opened up my eyes/And found myself alone alone/Alone above a raging sea”), fixed landmarks gone, focus kept on small truths that are ready at hand just to maintain some coherence.  Little lies are easily accepted to maintain this coherence, to bolster coherence: we agree with the stitch quality and color of the Emperor’s clothes not from placid, well-kept and well-lit streets but from ships passing in the dark on those turbulent seas, spotlighted for chaotic seconds, agreements made not out of luxury but out of the belief that all will be lost if these dubious concordances are not met and sustained.

These little lies amass and soon we do not see that we accept and/or ignore murderous wars overseas, that we submit to being poisoned by our accepted diet at home, that one Emperor’s cloak of words woven, spun with a silver tongue are acceptable while the latest Emperor’s orange flax façade is (justifiably) unacceptable, a call for action based on aesthetics and not any substance – Trump initiated his rule with murder in Yemen exactly as Obama did.

The freedom and sovereignty of our own consciousness has been removed via the lies of the war on drugs – states of consciousness have been made illegal.  Are certain thoughts illegal too?  Will the phrase “we are murdering people overseas” land one in jail just as the possession of a joint already does?

Yet we are free to consume soda – actively encouraged to do so by the little lies of advertising.  It is Susan Neely’s job to prevent children from drinking soda while encouraging its consumption among adults – the tasks of the President and CEO of the American Beverage Association.  How to square that circle, but Neely does so mostly unflinchingly – what do you expect form the woman who helped create that little organization called the Department of Homeland Security.  Kudos to her.

And that building bombs should be recognized primarily as a source of jobs – little lies amass and we end up not giving a fuck about the use of those bombs.  Makes one wish that church attendance would correlate to a basic understanding of the concept of murder.  Or that the magnanimity of Jesus’ New Testament lessons wouldn’t have to be put through a logic meat-grinder creating an American moral-meat with too high a content of nitrate-lies.

Let’s all wash death-brats down with the science experiment that is high fructose sodas, an ample feast to consume whilst living our lie-permeated existence.  Salud!