House of Lies

It is, of course, the White House, our palace of prevarication, our monument to mistruth, presided over by a fucking moron who long ago lost any vestiges of morality or integrity, whose every utterance must be questioned in the cold light of reality and verity.

And yet somehow a significant part of the American electorate has become inured and immune to the machine gun patter of lies that flow incessantly from the ugly prune mouth of our so-called leader. Much of America is punch drunk – lie drunk, if you will – from these incessant untruths and has settled into a buzzed fugue state of acceptance that the President, Commander in Chief, and Chief Executive Officer of the land is a compulsive and nonstop liar. That is a dangerous state for a country to be in. 

I won’t list the Presidential lies; I have neither the time nor the inclination because the list is so long and egregious that deep depression could only follow. Suffice to say they are stunning in their magnitude and sheer volume. Trump is a veritable lie machine, bordering on the dark miraculous.

And there must be a large vat of Liars Kool Aid outside the Oval Office that the Trump toadies are required to swig from before starting their duties each day, gulping in the tonic of lies, that once in their blood streams transforms them into mini replicas of the Liar In Chief.

John Kelly is the latest to gulp the lie juice, standing before the world, a disgrace now to the United States Marine Corps that fostered him, and unconditionally supporting Donald Trump’s bald-faced lies about his response to the tragic death of a heroic Green Beret. Loss of shame is evidently a side effect of the Liars Kool Aid. Kelly was touted as one of the adults who would bring order to the chaos of the adult day center on Pennsylvania Avenue, but, alas, he too has rolled over like the old whore he has turned out to be.

This is powerful stuff, this Liars Kool Aid, strong enough to corrupt even the Christian principles that are boasted of by several of Trump’s key disciples.  Vice President Mike Pence and press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders are exhibits A and B here, both professed Christians who stand before the world and their countrymen and approvingly repeat and defend whatever the Lie of the Day – or the hour – is spewing forth from the twisted hole in Trump’s head. They are monumental hypocrites, more Trump-fearing than God-fearing.

Then there is Stephen Miller, who needs no Kool Aid and is in the same Liars League as his boss. Miller is from the stable of Attorney General Jeff sessions and was born to lie.

Up and down the line, Trump’s so-called team is a roster of bobble-head liars, from his slick-haired sons to his smug son-in-law, to his cabinet of just plain assholes and asshole billionaires. If the fare for the Trump Gravy Train is non-stop lying, these people have their tickets punched every day.

Can you picture this: Sarah Huckabee Sanders waltzes out in all her stoic blockhead glory and says to the paralyzed press corps: “The President’s latest statement regarding (fill in the blank) was unfortunately another of his habitual lies and is not to be taken at face value. Next question.”

My question is: am I dreaming here? I am. And that’s no lie.