Amazing Truths or Foolish Lies

Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best parts of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations. (George Crabbe 1754-1832) If people become accustomed to lying, they will unconsciously commit every possible wrong deed. Before they can act wickedly, they must lie, and once they begin to lie, they will act wickedly with unconcern. (Buddha B.C. 568-488) You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time. (Lincoln 1809-1865) Our current technology puts so much information at our fingertips. Some of people are discovering the lies told by deceivers, and sharing it on the Internet. We have a condition of information overload. These lies are blended with the truth. The socialization of an American child is based upon lies. We start with innocent lies that redefine our conception of reality against fantasy. The adults the surround us support these falsehoods. Our first deception is Santa Claus, who brings gifts on Jesus’ birthday, thus sliding Christ out of Christmas. Santa Claus produces our toys in the North Pole, and has reindeer that can pull his sleigh through the sky, and Rudolph, in case there is a storm. I had an interesting experience one Christmas when I was with the Air Force and stationed at Charleston Air Force Base, South Carolina. One of my black friends was dating a local black female. She had a nephew who wanted to see a White Santa Claus. He rented an outfit for me, and I went and talked to the little boy, thanking him for being good and telling him a few things, he had done lately, which amazed him. I vanished out of their house telling the boy I had some other deliveries for XXXX, names of other children in the neighborhood and dash outside where the boy’s family took me back to post. The boy’s relatives had briefed me on some good things he had done, and the names of other children in his neighborhood. The child was amazed beyond conviction, and I believe he held on to that experience for some time. He forgot about the racism abounding in his environment, causing him not to care about black or white; the issue was if he were good, would a white Santa approve of him. This made me feel valid, because the enchantment of a child, regardless of race is always a treat. We did what we had to do to keep his belief in a reward for being well behaved throughout the year. Our society tells us Santa is making a list for the good children and a list for the bad children. Such rules can lead to unexpected outcomes. My mother became angry with me a few days before Christmas and told me because I was a bad boy; Santa Clause was not going to bring me something. I decided if he were going to put me on the bad-boy list, I would shoot him when he came to our house. The sole weapon I had was my BB gun; therefore, I awoke in the middle of the night and sat on our steps waiting got some noise. A few hours before dawn I heard some noise and once determining where I was originating this six-year started firing. I must have gotten an excellent shot because I heard a loud scream. The screaming scared me, thus I snuck back into my bed, remaining frozen until morning. I kept my BB gun at my side, an action I have done frequently since the aged house we lived in had some unorthodox creeks creating terror in my mind. I did not know how an angry Santa would react. Accordingly, I began to fear he might take all the gifts from our house, which would anger my brothers, sister, and parents. My brothers woke me early in the morning, since they were afraid to go down our steps alone, since it opened into a large living room and kitchen. Our parents and sister's room were behind the living room, as well as our family’s restroom, which made using the bathroom late at night terrifying. I put on my acting face and guided them down the steps, pretending as if I forgot it was Christmas and focused on going to our first floor. My brothers could not resist the temptation and glared through our step’s rails expressing great joy that Santa came here last night. I accepted their response to mean the gifts were in place, which I quickly confirmed. We rushed to our toys. Yes, our toys, as I had a wonderful barn play set. Our sister slowly joined us, and a short while later, our mother. Lastly, our father came out. He looked different, with a Band-Aid on his face. As children, we noticed his Band-Aid and immediately asked our mother if our father’s life was in danger. She told us he bumped into a wall the previous night. I quickly determined the real cause, nevertheless, joined the status quo reinforcing my sibling’s belief in Santa Clause. The concept just presented is how lies provide our social conceptual framework. We are taught that if you are good, Santa will reward us, nevertheless; we witness bad friends become rewarded as well. Later, as adults we are told that if you break the law, you will be disciplined, nonetheless, we subsequently break the law and discover the sole punishment, if admonished at all, is paying the government. The judicial branch profits from our vices, giving some victims an illusion of justice. Another falsehood is the concept of American Justice, which I will discuss at another point. Continuing with my discussion on our induction into a web of lies, we have the Easter bunny, competing, with the birth of Christ. This lends to the argument, whereas we are attempting to sway our next generation from religion, which reduces its influence to combat the Supreme Court as they redefine the moral character of a nation that once trusted in God. We also have the tooth fairy, which rewards children as they lose their first tooth.