Telling the truth has always been a thing with me. It might have started when I was six years old - in kindergarten and I remember this as if it were yesterday. I came downstairs after having changed into play clothes and my mother asked me if I had hung my slip in the closet where it belonged. Of course I had thrown it on the floor of the closet and thought nothing of it. But when I lied to my mother and said I had she asked me if she should go upstairs and check. I immediately turned back upstairs and slapped each stair with my open hand, apparently mumbling things under my breath that no six year old has any business mumbling. It wasn't until years later that my mother confessed she didn't follow me upstairs because she was in the kitchen laughing too hard.
Long story short - figured it was easier to tell the truth. Not that I'm a saint about it. Now I only lie for a very good reason - which is why this article talking about Bush II's honest handicap is so galling. And though Alterman says it beautifully, I have been talking about this for some time now. (Thanks for noticing Jude - and for the link.)
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