Lying Liars Who Lie Lie. Who Knew?

Funny that I should run across “Valerie Jarrett lies” at the top of PoliNation this morning. When I first got going today, I was for some reason thinking quite a bit about the liars and the Lie.

Harry Reid: The borders are secure! Barbara Boxer: The shutdown was about birth control (or whatever like that she said). On and on ad infinitum. Senator and alleged comedian Al Franken’s book title about Lying Liars (IIRC) isn’t ironic, it’s projection.

There are, plainly, two kinds of minds in their camp: those who know they are lying, and those who actually believe the Lie.

The former group are practically the definition of certifiably insane, from a spiritual vantage.

I would think the latter group further breaks down into two species: those for whom the Lie is so important to their self-identity that they will cleve to it in the face of all evidence of error, and who, if pressed, will finally just join the knowing liars group; and those who were beguiled into believing falsehoods because of their idealism, the “good intentions” pavement suppliers, but who, in certain conditions, can be awakened to the Truth.

The universe was not made so mortals could be pleased; our monkey nature would never mature without challenge. The universe was made (from our perspective, at least) to harvest souls for the family of the Father. The most troubled worlds are the most blessed with rugged personalities who have withstood, or risen above, the temptations of life in time and space. The Creators may weep with us and for us in our struggles, like the angels who stand with us, but they don’t answer every prayer for solace or healing or lottery winnings, because that doesn’t produce robust souls of faith.

So, every lying liar that the Prince of Lies can seduce is potentially a soul lost. It’s not just political and social corruption. It’s mass murder, in the eternal sense. (No surprise, of course, considering their joy in material death.)

Every lost soul surely is dearer to our Father than a lost child is to a mortal mother as that harvest of death continues to mount.

I guess my original thought, and it’s hardly just come to me this morning, was that the lies, and the bold-facedness of the liars’ lying just seems to me to be becoming so pronounced, so obvious, that by its very obviousness should cause many souls to get off the moderate fence and fall one way or another. Almost like a time is arriving of commitment, of choosing, forced upon the world, rather like the way Germany-favoring Americans had to choose after Pearl Harbor. (And if you thought that war was something, wait’ll you see the Next Big One. Sorry, wandered off again there.)

The first time you shade the truth
You want to run and hide
Your tongue gets tied
Your mouth gets dried
Then you start thinking maybe
no one knows you’ve lied.
And now you’re shady all the time.
-Steve Goodman
Looking for Trouble (great song)