“Not even competent liars. They keep getting caught. Now Bill Clinton. There was a liar. He knew what the meaning of ‘is’ was.”
Y’know, I kind of miss “Slick Willie” Clinton. (Does that make me a masochist?)
There was the consummate political grifter. He could unleash that glib tongue and Aw Shucks his way out of things that would destroy other pols. Even when he got caught he knew to tie his accusers up with legal chicanery that would make the old Byzantine rulers proud.
This new crop of liars are as convincing as a five year old telling you he didn’t eat the cake with icing all over his face, hands and shirt.
I know. BS Artistry is lost now. His wife is still around, sort of like a kelpie in a loch. But she can’t lie worth sh!t, either. She mostly kills people whom she fails to intimidate or who become inconvenient. Her husband, he was the consummate liar par excellent.
“This new crop of liars are as convincing as a five year old telling you he didn’t eat the cake with icing all over his face, hands and shirt.”
Jen Psaki is the very worst. Every time she lies to me, I feel dirty and insulted.
I remember, years ago, reading an article by somebody who interviewed Slick Willy. Don’t remember who the writer was, Or the exact quote, but it went something like this: “I knew he was lying, but I found myself believing him anyway. He is that good at it.”