HIDING THE TRUTH IN PLAIN VIEW? GOOD PLAN, MAN

Hiding The Truth? From baby boomers? Try again.

 

Sports fans know all about hiding the truth. Others not so much.

For all the memory problems on record, no one forgets the highlights of hiding the truth.

Did Barry Bonds get help breaking the all-time Major League Baseball home run record?

He’s the head of that class in more ways than one with his enlarged melon.

Did he or didn’t he juice up? Take him at his word, or look for yourself.

Big league baseball gathered more than a few characters hiding the truth in plain sight.

Did Pete Rose make bets on games he attended as a player or manager?

The Baseball Hall of Fame thinks so.

Did Big Mac and Sammy ride the juice during their record breaking run at Roger Maris’ season best home run record?

Ask his tailor for the suit he wore during his Senate hearings. He looked like the front man for Talking Heads.

Lance Armstrong made a more conclusive argument.

Stripped of his French bike wins, sponsorships, and 24 Hour Fitness gyms decorated in his honor, he finally broke from hiding the truth.

If he says he cheated, he cheated, but he lied the heck out of it for years while attacking his accusers.

Turns out his accusers knew something.

 

Lance was hiding the truth.

 

Marion Jones gave her fans all they all wanted, except the part about competing clean. That part.

She finally caved and admitted juicing, giving up her Olympic gear, and eventually did some prison time.

The sadness felt great and real. When PED people get caught they’re all very, very, sad. Sad to let people down, sad to be laid low.

Isn’t the real sadness in getting caught? It’s the sadness that comes with being forced to admit what they’ve denied over a successful career.

They lose all their medals, good name, and standing in the sports community.

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All of the sports cheaters pale in comparison to the fall of public figures.

Where we’re shocked that superb athletes let us down when we cheered for them, it’s worse in elected officials.

Our votes go from our hopes and dreams for a better America to the people we hardly know but believe.

Then they drop the bomb.

It didn’t start with President “I am not a crook” Nixon and doesn’t end with President “I did not have sex with that woman” Clinton.

 

They tried hiding the truth as long as possible.

 

Today they are who they are, even with Nixon dead, due to the rehabilitation efforts of failed memory.

Does anyone care that Nixon resigned instead of facing impeachment? That Clinton got the impeachment nod but didn’t resign?

So much water has flowed under the bridges since then we’ve been surfing big waves.

The Biggest Bull Shitters, BBS, trumpeted their innocence right up to the moment it stopped making sense even to them.

Which brings us to the current crop of politicians yearning for approval.

If they sound, as a group, like aging beauty queens past their shelf date, consider the facts.

 

They’re not hiding the truth as much as designing a new narrative.

 

Who they once were and what they did doesn’t matter as much as where they presently are, and most important, where they’re headed.

All of the squawking histrionics and stagemanship will never replace well vetted statesmanship.

Statesmen do statesmanship better than anyone. They know the customs and protocols in each situation, when to stand up, when to sit down; when to speak up, when to shut up.

A statesman knows who they’re working for; a big Boss Man doesn’t share the same insider knowledge.

If everything looks like a nail to a hammer, we’re all nails to the Boss Man. Not so much the statesman.

The skilled statesman explains things in terms of effort, sacrifice, and the good outcomes that result.

The Boss Man turns the same thing into, “Do what I tell you to do, or I’ll find someone who will.”

His approach works in the military where everyone is trained to follow orders. Not so much in regular life where people are more inclined toward, “Hey man, don’t tell me what to do.”

Once the Boss Man gets the votes to do things his way, guess what? He’s gonna do things his way.

And part of being Boss Man, instead of statesman, is he’s doesn’t care if you like, or dislike, being told what to do.

A vote for an aging Boss Man is a vote for being told what to do. The clock is ticking.

How do you like it so far?