The Curmudgeon Report: Truth or consequences

Let’s go back a couple hundred years or so. Mr. Washington just noticed that someone had chopped down his cherry tree and called for young Georgie to provide an explanation.

“Were you the one who cut down our tree?” he asked.

“No papa, I cannot tell a lie” his son replied. “It was probably that little twerp Tommie Jefferson. I think he did it...”

Although this muddles the truth, you could fast forward to today and get the same kind of reply from present-day Washingtonians. Ask anything of the president or his people and see how accurate an answer you get.

Telling the truth in 2019 ranks just above watching ice melt.

`And unfortunately, no one seems to care.

Honesty simply does not exist anymore, and it has reached the point where the Washington Post issues Pinocchios to statements made by Mr. Trump, his White House mouthpiece Sarah Sanders, and others up and down Capitol Hill and Pennsylvania Avenue. The bigger the lie, the longer the nose.

Remember that campaign slogan the president relied on before and since he was elected?

“Drain the Swamp” was the battle cry of the right.

We heard that over and over again and had to assume arid and toxic gases were hovering over the Capital. Now, as we get a closer look at the seat of government and the goings on in the nation’s capital, the gases seem to be diminishing and that “Drain the Swamp” chant gets quieter and quieter.

But something is replacing the cry and the stink. It sounds like a new anthem is being shouted, and we can clearly hear it. The people are shouting something about lies and ignoring the truth.

I’ve got it. The people are, in fact, speaking out.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” seems to be the current chant everyone is shouting. The foul smell has disappeared and been replaced by more smoke.

Although a new war cry is taking hold, too many look away and too few demand appropriate accountability. The foul smell has disappeared, replaced by smoke and more smoke.

There was a time when people took lying seriously. It didn’t take long after someone was caught lying before punishment followed.

I still remember that day growing up in a tenement block in Massachusetts when my cousin Ken and I decided to have some fun. I was a youngster and it was the middle of World War II. The Germans were our enemies, so our game of the day would be battling with them.

We folded sheets of paper into flying condition; pretended they were Stukas and took off for the basement. We struck a match, put flame to plane and heaved the aircraft into the coal bin. We jumped with joy as the aircraft hit the dust.

Unfortunately, my Polish grandmother happened to pass by the basement window at just that time, saw us in action, and streaked to the cellar screaming.

“What are you doing? You will burn the house down.”

Neither one of us would admit our guilt.

“He did it,” I said.

“No, he did it,” Ken replied.

“Bad enough you could start the coal on fire but then you lie about it,” she shouted.

There was a family barber strap used to resolve incidents like this, and it went into action very quickly that day. Not so anymore, and this upsets me. In fact, it makes my blood boil at an 8 level. Anyone agree?

ADDENDUM: My grandmother was a little lady with a lot of common sense. But I still don’t think a coal bin would catch on fire, no matter how many Stukas were fired into it.

After a short hiatus, Winslow and his Curmudgeon Report are back. He as written the Report for more than a dozen years. He wonders how rapidly your blood is boiling on this issue? Let him know at donwin16@gmail.com.

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