If you tell lies, encourage lies, promote lies, repeat lies, spew lies, tweet lies, sell lies, pardon lies, trade lies, benefit from lies and demand lies from others, then perhaps a conspiracy theory fueled by your lying toadies will catch you.
Perhaps. It’s hard to know, sir. You rose twice to power on piles of laughably obvious lies. And you continue to successfully threaten, attack, distract and confuse – with lies.
You’ve built an edifice of lies, armored it with self-regard and gilded it in contempt for others. Your lies have worked.
Yet, improbably, your edifice seems wobbly, shaken by a metastasizing conspiracy theory about a rich, well-connected, dead predator.
You mostly and uncharacteristically did not traffic in this conspiracy theory. The lying suck-ups around you did, though, and their lies proved useful.
That was then. Now they’re stuck in this fable you failed to discourage, and the suck-ups aren’t so great anymore. Their lies have ricocheted.
Hang in there, sir. You’ve been here before, mired in muck of your own making – and have triumphed anyway. Time to spill more lies.
Intense, like the lash of a whip! But the King of Lies likely remains unfazed, perched atop his mountain of deception, basking in his own bravado. Still, there’s a Bengali proverb that says, ‘Hope keeps the peasant alive.’ And it’s in that spirit of hope I wonder; will the illusion ever break for him? There’s no harm in being optimistic, only the possibility of gain.