Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics
They call it ‘spin’. Too much makes everything spin out of control: January 6th, 2021, for example.
I’ve written about this affliction before. But the roots of it start early in childhood. Parents ask their son or daughter, “What happened?” The child realizes that the parents don’t know (which is a surprise, since they seem all powerful, all knowing, just like God). So to test that realization to its obvious conclusion, the child tells a ‘porky pie’ to the parents, and it is believed (sometimes). The seed of doubt is sown.
Lately, I’ve been watching TV programs which shows how far one will go to avoid being accused of murder. Even last night’s Dr. Phil episode revisited two tall tales from almost 10 years ago, which involved death of children by the hands of (or due to negligence by) a parent. In each case, the suspected murderer refused to take a polygraph test. That says a lot, right there. When cornered, no one wants to incriminate themselves by lying to a machine that detects evasive behaviour scientifically.
Maybe we should institute a similar ‘trial by machine’ for politicians who regularly tell tall tales, hoping to win the people over to their side of the story; then we could weed out the bad guys, before they get into government, rather than waiting until later and then needing to ‘drain the swamp.’
They say a narcissist has no conscience. His ‘me-first’ attitude may carry him a long way in life. But one day the narcissist will meet his maker. And after death, we are taught to fear being judged by God. But if one doesn’t believe in either God nor the Devil, what then? Ah, that’s the rub. The ‘maker’ in this case is the individual, himself. Yes, friends, he will judge himself from a spiritual perspective. So, then…