'Dissimulation was his masterpiece, in which he so much ecxelled that men were not ashamed of being decieved but twice by him'--Edward Hyde
'With such deceits he gained their easy hearts, to prone to credit his perfidiious arts'--John Dryden

And let's hear it for the fiddler. Jana Jacoby, from Redding, California, raised by her mother Adrienne on great American music.

I thought it might be Fleetwood Mac singing "Little Lies"

Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can't disguise
(You can't disguise; no, you can't disguise)

Obama hasn't had time to lie much yet. And it isn't truth that Presidents are elected for, it's results.

These days, it's the left that feels lied to.

But give it time, it will all work out, but not as anybody expects it to.

That song is so beautiful and so true. But after reflection I must also observe that the act of voting requires from us an ability to rise above just accepting, to hear only what we want to hear and see what we want to see. In a "pure" democracy we would be required to vote vote for the person who will tell the truth and act on the truth no matter if we want to hear it or not. I'll bet a million razbucknicks that the crooked Illinois governor was pro choice, a stand that had the women just slobbering all over themselves. We always do it to ourselves. And then seek someone to blame.

I'm still holding out for "Power" by the Temptations.