It would probably be too dire of me to ask if everybody knew what the truth was. So, I’ll take a different tact.
We all know or knew of a person, either we went to school with someone, worked on the job with someone or was in the military, especially in the military with someone like that, who at the end of the day was really full of shit. We accept them for what and who they are; we acknowledge that they lie but because they may be part of our circle, we tolerate them; even at times enjoying their company. But always, we recognize that what they’re selling is a bunch of fake. We derisively yet jokingly say, “That mother%*cker can’t be relied on” or words to that effect. They’re not necessarily friends but yet sometimes more than acquaintances. Continue reading