Trump’s — splat..!

TODAY’S newspaper was so bereft of news that Frontpage Headline spoke of a baby penguin dead in the zoo. All this while the most powerful man in the world had just been exposed for lies he’d said.
Why? Because when a man or woman, lies blatantly, flagrantly and shame facedly, we who know it’s all a lie, and huge one at that, we who know that every word uttered is absolute rubbish, begin to think the person is invincible and we say, “There’s no point making front page news about Trump!”
“Why not sir?” “Because it’s impossible to pull him down!” That’s what is said about leaders who sit majestically on a mountain of lies. We believe the mountain will sustain. Was speaking to a friend of mine who owns coffee plantations in Coorg. He told me about the destruction of coffee fields in the recent floods, about how the slopes of the hills where coffee was planted were washed away. “How?” I asked, “Wasn’t there rock underneath?”
“No!” he told me, “They were mountains of sand!” Lies are mountains of sand! From afar, they look huge and formidable, absolutely indestructible, and then suddenly they are laid low. I remember singing a song as a child, which went like this: The wise man built his house upon the rock, the wise man built his house upon the rock
The wise man built his house upon the rock, and the rain came tumbling down. Oh, the rain came down and the floods came up, the rain came down and the floods came up, The rain came down and the floods came up, but the house upon the rock stood firm! The foolish man built his house upon the sand, the foolish man built his house upon the sand. The foolish man built his house upon the sand, and the rain came tumbling down
Oh, the rain came down, and the floods came up, the rain came down and the floods came up. The rain came down and the floods came up, and the house upon the sand fell “splat!” (Clap hands twice) Splat! That’s how a mountain of lies falls.
It’s not just Trump. They are all over today, sitting atop such mountains; politicians, religious leaders, corporate heads, club presidents, dads, moms. “Write on the penguins!” say writers, editors, lawyers and opposition leaders, “It’s impossible to pull them down!”
No it isn’t. When they sit on lies, when fake news is their strength, ranting, tweets and sneering rhetoric their weapons to frighten you and me, then do remember my simple childhood song, and if the lines are too long to remember, just one word, “Splat..!” (Clap hands twice)

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