Giving Make-Believe a Bad Name

Deception takes two. One intent on deceiving, another willing and able to be deceived.

On stage stands a very famous man, perhaps sensing his appeal is wearing thin, maybe fearing what the mileage on his tread could mean to his future prospects. The very famous man, brimming with intention, certain the willing and able are large in number, hurls an audacious lie to the wind, confident it will float as far and wide as a dandelion’s seeds.

In Springfield, they’re eating the dogs . . . they’re eating the cats.

He didn’t care it wasn’t true, didn’t give a thought to how many this preposterous yet vicious lie would hurt. The very famous man’s consort, undoubtedly sensing his railcar is hitched to a runaway train, surely fearing the coming wreck, nevertheless did not try jumping to safety. He stayed on board.

If I have to create stories . . . then that’s what I’m going to do.

Springfield, Ohio doesn’t deserve this. The Haitians who came to Springfield legally—to live and work and make the commun…