The future was uncertain; the flaws were overt and plainly displayed on his face. Like the neon Las Vegas glitters reflecting off the atmosphere he enters the room and promised to live it up and live it down, all in the name of ideals. As the reasons fell from his lips a rolling thunder idea crashed upon his feeble mind and trapped again was he, for a split second, and then the lie again was he. Saved from the errors that consumed his everyday existence he concluded his unconstrained fabrication of life. He is a liar and he is unique. Unique in his own mind, seldom seeking a quiet moment of self-reflection, rarely mulling over ideas, and never contemplating the possibility of change.
I have to admit I almost believed him when he shed the tear. The tear always gets me if the production is well choreographed. I’m a sucker for a good show. I love the dogged hero wrapped in sappy reality TV drama. Well that might be a little much; however the reality part of his drama was much better than any prime-time slop offered up for your viewing pleasure. Truth is, it was more like watching Kanye West at his best; a little sad, very pathetic and not entertaining at all. I’ll give him some credit over West though, at least he doesn’t blame the President to garner praise, he unwittingly blames family and friend before reaching for the Prez. Never misrepresented in the eyes of his constituents, he begs the judgment of all; always here to lend advice but never too proud to stoop and lend a hand …………..he's in your life and he's in mine. All hail the target because it keeps the cross-hairs off of me!
|The Liar: J. Padron, 2009|