Actually, both the boy and the girl told the truth about details that didn’t cause my being to judge them. They just told the truth — plain and simple. And for more sensitive listeners, the brutal honest was too much to bear.
What would happen if the fat bastard REALLY told me the whereabouts of my darn hard work? I heard half-truths already and I had to “swallow” it — bitterly. And there was no turning back because he had the responsibility to be honest.
Will TPTB and pals ever tell the truth? Maybe, if (and only if) the more sensitive recipients are prepared to accept the truth without going insane/through denial and end up hurting themselves and others.
Sad to say, it worked fine by me. I sense the ones with the most problems are the ones pointing out the problems and that is supposed to be good. Because soft tyranny won’t be tolerated. I’m talking about those who don’t let troubles bother them — their world of perfect bliss.
“What’s your problem? Why can’t you let me live my life without you interfering?” ~Cried the boy.
“Because you won’t listen to the truth.” ~Cried the OLD family.
As so the war continues until both sides take a hint. No one is going anywhere or getting off this planet until y’all figure out how to tell the truth…
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