The unidentifiable beauty of having moral markers.
In other words: The unidentifiable beauty of being a politician’s partner.
When I was a kid and lied about not being responsible for that broken vase, the crushed flowers and the water on the floor, it didn’t last long before my parents found out the truth. Did it have consequences? Oh yes, not because of that silly accident but because of the fact that I told a lie. If you are brought up by good parents, you definitely learned that telling lies is wrong. Although, at the same time I was asked to lie when given presents, by family members or friends, that were hideous in the eyes of a 6-year-old. “Thank you, that’s beautiful!” Hounesty isn’t always the best solution when it comes to being polite. Later on in life, I found out that those situations occur more often than you would think. “What a sweet baby”, a remark that turned into an automatism when parents present their newborn, while in reality almost all baby’s are ugly and using words as cute, beautiful or handsome would be plain lies. The one thing more important than never to tell lies, my parents told me, is to never offend people in their moment's of happiness.
For some people, these basic rules of hounesty and politeness don’t seem to be of any importance. When her husband was running for President of the USA, Michelle Obama declared to a big audience; “She can’t even run her own household, so how could she ever run the White House”, talking about her partner’s opponent Hillary Clinton. Eight years later she stated that she can’t think of a better person to be President than, yes, the same woman, who in turn said she would “stand by her man” after he shared his frustrated fluids, as a result of being married to a career hunting bitch, with a young woman that paid a price for being somewhat hounest. The fact that they now both are sponsored massively by a company called Monsanto, made them forget the old and make up new lies. One most likely becoming the new President, the other running for office in 4 or 8 years. That’s called politics!
The unidentifiable beauty of being a politician’s partner is that telling lies is excepted, all is allowed in the support of political goals of their husbands or wives. “He’s talking about all the others, not me”, a thought that Geert Wilder’s wife must have when he’s stating in parliament that all east-European immigrants are criminals. “Of course I don’t mean your family”, you’re imagining him whispering at those moments he’s longing for Krisztina to open up her Hungarian legs. How on earth is Samantha explaining to her kids what an, forgive me the phrase, asshole their father is, telling them he did it for his family’s well being, stating that it’s always been Cameron’s way of taking care of family finance and interest. Let’s not mention the words Trump uses to describe immigrants out of his currents wife’s native country. The lies these partners have to tell, have to live with, are common practice among the elite of the political world. Maybe that’s why people like Corbyn, Sanders and Mortágua, to name a few, have such a hard time. They just don’t understand the concept, being raised by good parents who told them only to lie when being polite requires them to do so.
We all tell lies, we do. Much more than we realize and mostly for understandable reasons. We protect our own little community of friends and family by avoiding to tell the truth, swallowing our own opinion and sometimes even hide personal frustrations about certain actions or statements that the people we live with make. That’s all for good reasons, that’s all to keep relations pleasant. We’re telling lies, or better said, bend the truth a bit, to look better, to be interesting, to be excepted, but we all have that certain markers on the outskirts of our own patch of integrity which we don’t cross, even if it means starting an argument, losing friends or, in the worst case, end up with a few enemies. Most politicians and, so it seems, their partners lost track of their own markers, blinded as they can’t see the horizon of their moral patch anymore.
Now, I won’t tell you your big butt looks ridiculous in that tight legging, I won’t make remarks about the clutter in your house, I won’t judge on how your 16-year-old granddaughter’s bikini is revealing the expressions of wisdom when it’s wrapped around your body, I can live with strong stories about the successful journey’s you’ve made, I don’t mind all the cat’s and dog’s post on your social media timeline. It’s all things I just don’t have to lie about because I don’t care. Everybody needs to shape his or her life the way it suits them best, I’m not in a position to judge others, as I hope others won’t judge me for my “out of the box” way of living. I’m even stepping over situations that occur just because of ignorance or lack of education, nobody is perfect. However, racist statements, abusing other living beings, no matter how small they might be, selfish actions that harm others spiritually of financially and personal attacks on people that can’t defend themselves are events that make the sirens go off on the markers that stand tall at the borders of my integrity. Those are moments when my opinion will be shouted out, no matter the consequences. I hope, at those times, you are with me in defending our moral foundations…
When I was a kid and lied about not being responsible for that broken vase, the crushed flowers and the water on the floor, it didn’t last long before my parents found out the truth. Did it have consequences? Oh yes, not because of that silly accident but because of the fact that I told a lie. If you are brought up by good parents, you definitely learned that telling lies is wrong. Although, at the same time I was asked to lie when given presents, by family members or friends, that were hideous in the eyes of a 6-year-old. “Thank you, that’s beautiful!” Hounesty isn’t always the best solution when it comes to being polite. Later on in life, I found out that those situations occur more often than you would think. “What a sweet baby”, a remark that turned into an automatism when parents present their newborn, while in reality almost all baby’s are ugly and using words as cute, beautiful or handsome would be plain lies. The one thing more important than never to tell lies, my parents told me, is to never offend people in their moment's of happiness.
For some people, these basic rules of hounesty and politeness don’t seem to be of any importance. When her husband was running for President of the USA, Michelle Obama declared to a big audience; “She can’t even run her own household, so how could she ever run the White House”, talking about her partner’s opponent Hillary Clinton. Eight years later she stated that she can’t think of a better person to be President than, yes, the same woman, who in turn said she would “stand by her man” after he shared his frustrated fluids, as a result of being married to a career hunting bitch, with a young woman that paid a price for being somewhat hounest. The fact that they now both are sponsored massively by a company called Monsanto, made them forget the old and make up new lies. One most likely becoming the new President, the other running for office in 4 or 8 years. That’s called politics!
The unidentifiable beauty of being a politician’s partner is that telling lies is excepted, all is allowed in the support of political goals of their husbands or wives. “He’s talking about all the others, not me”, a thought that Geert Wilder’s wife must have when he’s stating in parliament that all east-European immigrants are criminals. “Of course I don’t mean your family”, you’re imagining him whispering at those moments he’s longing for Krisztina to open up her Hungarian legs. How on earth is Samantha explaining to her kids what an, forgive me the phrase, asshole their father is, telling them he did it for his family’s well being, stating that it’s always been Cameron’s way of taking care of family finance and interest. Let’s not mention the words Trump uses to describe immigrants out of his currents wife’s native country. The lies these partners have to tell, have to live with, are common practice among the elite of the political world. Maybe that’s why people like Corbyn, Sanders and Mortágua, to name a few, have such a hard time. They just don’t understand the concept, being raised by good parents who told them only to lie when being polite requires them to do so.
We all tell lies, we do. Much more than we realize and mostly for understandable reasons. We protect our own little community of friends and family by avoiding to tell the truth, swallowing our own opinion and sometimes even hide personal frustrations about certain actions or statements that the people we live with make. That’s all for good reasons, that’s all to keep relations pleasant. We’re telling lies, or better said, bend the truth a bit, to look better, to be interesting, to be excepted, but we all have that certain markers on the outskirts of our own patch of integrity which we don’t cross, even if it means starting an argument, losing friends or, in the worst case, end up with a few enemies. Most politicians and, so it seems, their partners lost track of their own markers, blinded as they can’t see the horizon of their moral patch anymore.
Now, I won’t tell you your big butt looks ridiculous in that tight legging, I won’t make remarks about the clutter in your house, I won’t judge on how your 16-year-old granddaughter’s bikini is revealing the expressions of wisdom when it’s wrapped around your body, I can live with strong stories about the successful journey’s you’ve made, I don’t mind all the cat’s and dog’s post on your social media timeline. It’s all things I just don’t have to lie about because I don’t care. Everybody needs to shape his or her life the way it suits them best, I’m not in a position to judge others, as I hope others won’t judge me for my “out of the box” way of living. I’m even stepping over situations that occur just because of ignorance or lack of education, nobody is perfect. However, racist statements, abusing other living beings, no matter how small they might be, selfish actions that harm others spiritually of financially and personal attacks on people that can’t defend themselves are events that make the sirens go off on the markers that stand tall at the borders of my integrity. Those are moments when my opinion will be shouted out, no matter the consequences. I hope, at those times, you are with me in defending our moral foundations…
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