Let’s play Liar, Liar Pants on Fire – the political version – Oops, we need rules!

Inspired by a recently published photograph of someone looking a bit like Jim Carrey with big hair (real big hair), one of SLABBED-nation’s faithful suggested we entertain ourselves with a game of Liar, Liar!

I was game for the game until I tried to write the rules and realized how far we’ve come from the days when there telling a lie was stating something that was in any way an untruth.

For example, I’ve been told that what I called a lie in a pleading from Katrina litigation was “legal advocacy”; i.e., the responsibility of an attorney to represent his client’s position in the best possible light.  Then there’s the matter of a “white lie” championed by none other than the late, outspoken mother of former President Jimmy Carter, Miz Lillian – and, speaking of former Presidents, there’s the “but I didn’t inhale” and “I didn’t have sex with…” President Clinton and the “weapon of mass destruction” himself, George Bush.

With the advent of spin “true facts” is no longer oxymoronic; so, if anyone wants to play, present a lie, the “true facts” and provide documentation.