September 17, 2021
I hate lies and the liars who tell them. While I basically consider this to be a virtue, I have to confess I am perhaps a tad too zealous in my hatred of untruths and the worthless scumbags who spread lies all over the landscape. Not exactly sure where I got this from, but if I had to guess I would put the blame at the feet of The Boy Scouts, my mother, Luther League, or Spin & Marty. Or, perhaps, I was influenced by all of them together! Some of my friends have even made the connection that this hatred of lying led directly to me buying True West magazine, for the title alone. Perhaps there's some truth to that as well.
I say all this because, I have to confess, I am, by nature, a giant "fibber." I know, I know. It's probably a sad conundrum mascerading as a life quest. And, well, frankly, I come from a long line of fibbers (the Iowa-Norsky brand) and some of my earliest memories are of my grandfather, Carl Bell, "pulling my leg."
Carl "The Leg Puller" with BBB,
north of Thompson, Iowa, 1950
All of which begs the question: what is the difference between a fib and a lie? A quick search online brought up these good examples:
Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"Checkered Women #4"
I'll have more to say about this and the drawings to prove it. Tomorrow.
"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost."