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“And so you probably learned the best lesson there is about secrets.” He picked up and raised his water bottle in salute. “Denial.”
“Denial is the secret sauce in this town,” he said. “It’s the flavor that holds all the other ingredients together. Here’s what I tell the newly elected: the truth is going to get out—it always does—but it’s going to blend in with all the lies.” The Senator twirled a hand in the air. “You have to deny each lie and every truth with the same vinegar. Let those websites and blowhards who bitch about cover-ups confuse the public for you.”
“Predict the inevitable,” she said, “and you’re bound to be right one day.”
“I know you’re looking for answers, son. We all are. This is a cruel world. It’s always been a cruel world. I spent my whole life looking for ways to make it better, to patch things up, dreaming of an ideal. But for every sot like me, there’s ten more out there trying to tear things down. And it only takes one of them to get lucky.”
His response was that it was a burden doing what he knew to be correct, to be sound and logical.”
“And how much simpler things would be, how much better for us all, if we had people brave enough to do what was right, instead.”
the sad realization that humanity had been thrown to the brink of extinction by insane men in positions of power following one another, each thinking the others knew where they were going.
Liars and dead men—two parties unskilled at dispensing the truth.
He saw how only those who made the laws were allowed to break them.
Hush my Darling, don’t you cry I’m going to sing you a lullaby Though I’m far away it seems I’ll be with you in your dreams. Hush my Darling, go to sleep All around you angels keep In the morn and through the day They will keep your fears at bay. Sleep my Darling, don’t you cry I’m going to sing you a lullaby
Room is made that it might be filled. Fear is spread because the clean-up is addicting. Seeing this, much of what we do to one another becomes more obvious. It explains the great quandary of why the most depressed societies are those with the fewest wants.
Isn’t that what people did? Saw in others what they feared to see or hoped to see in themselves?
The hard things got easier the more you did them. It didn’t make it anymore fun to do the hard things, though.
