Discovering The Truth While Exposing The Lie!

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Expose truth in love

How do you expose liars and do it with love? Being impartial is not one of my attributes. As a result I speak, and write, as much as anything from my emotions rather than from an objective point of view. There is no pretense, as I see no middle ground. Trying to straddle a fence is pointless and can be painful.

I can remember years ago in the Army, one of those in my platoon was pointing out his philosophy as it related to layers of feces. You know he used the four letter version of that material so I cleaned it up for those who might be offended. At any rate, he claimed he never bothered to take the middle ground about anything. This came about from a discussion of God.

His belief was there was no God. For him, this signified a layer that was not clogging up his life. He believed that most go through life allowing these layers to build up, until they were basically strangled to death. In other words being so full of indecision that it killed them.

It was not long after that our entire Division shipped out for Vietnam. We were separated before that and I never saw him again to see how his philosophy worked out. But he had a good point, which is how ridiculous it is to put aside any issue with indecision.

Many times it is simply an unwillingness to do what instinctively we know is right. Maybe I should reserve that thought for myself as it assumes others struggle with the same scenario.

I read and post a great deal on Face Book. There are constant posts that are outright false. It is quite an irritant that people are so ready and willing to post the next inflammatory, sensationalistic, too good to be true or real, negative stuff without ever bothering to check it out for truthfulness. It shows a somewhat sadistic bent to continue the “manure” rather than the truth.

At times I feel like I have become the Face Book “truth” police. Worse yet are the repeat offenders who blindly post something from their “friends.” The common thought is that a friend would never send or post something that is false. Or so it seems, since I see it time and again. This even after alerting said repeat poster with links clearly showing it’s incorrect.

I’m not sure if this just makes me cynical or a cynic. Experience has taught me to be suspect of comments and statements that are slanderous, inflammatory, sensationalist, or simply too wild or good to be true. What used to pass for journalism has caved to this type of writing. Why? The reason is obvious. It seems human nature is insatiable for this type of information…or lie.

There are those with “fake news sites” that claim this is just entertainment, and the “market’ is growing at an unbelievable pace. Worse yet it is fueled by advertisers willing to pay substantial bucks because of the growing traffic resulting in income. It seems that this has proliferated greatly during the last  four years, and exponentially during the run-up to the 2016 election.

Worse yet, these sleazy fake sites were employed to write their trash directly pointed at the opposition. In most cases this was at candidate Trump. All bets were off, and any item was taken and distorted in any and every way possible. There was nothing sacred, too indecent or slanderous to say. Since these were fake news sites and many were identified as such. Even though it was hard to find among all the glaring headlines and inflammatory claims. The trash overshadowed the disclaimers, which was the only item saving most from prosecution.

So the original question was how do you expose this with love? Can it be addressed without anger, disgust, or emotions at the outrage over the garbage so may indulge in? The part of me that comes to the surface is a desire to expose the lies, and call out those who are the perpetrators. It isn’t about me rather something much deeper. It seems if there are those so ready, willing and able to promote the ugly and negative, another should step in to expose truth.

It’s no different than how a single light defeats the darkness. It only takes one willing to start something positive. I think what I’m doing is positive, in pointing out those things that are not true or misrepresentative of facts. It has been pointed out to me on several occasions that what I think is not always on the money. Retractions in those moments are made, and fortunately rare.

Some may not agree, but it’s hard to argue with truth. Then again truth is relative to the mindset of every individual. No one can force what to believe on another. The results can prove fatal. Being an expert has never been claimed, as that would seem to imply being near perfect in some category. Knowing more about some subject just means a greater amount of information has been gathered. Some would claim that as expertise, when it is more relative to ego. That has proven to be the greatest enemy of all.

So how to expose in love? I guess the first hurdle to get over is remembering that love is not just some warm, fuzzy thing. It also covers the spectrum as a pendulum swings. It can be painful to see those who over time have been friendly, buy into the untruth so rampant on the internet. Ideologies were not so divisive and or rigid in our youth. They become so like the brittle bones of age. The lines of what was once so clear become blurred like wrinkles of time on the skin. Blind spots are reflected in our age spots. Somehow we, I, believe wisdom has been discovered through it all. Has it?

Does love lash out? If the cross is any example then it does not. If the moneychangers in the Temple being whipped are the example, then maybe. Truth is not supposed to set you free, it does set you free. Often being painful in the process. It seems to be a question of wanting to provide truth in a setting that is not antagonistic, rather one of kindness. No matter how much I may think I have learned, it is far from complete. My human nature simply needs to continue having the rough edges ground off. Truth need not suffer, nor be used as a battering ram. If love exists, it will find a way. This seems to be another beginning. One of many. Surely not the last.

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Alan is retired and resides in Quito, Ecuador. Writing is a passion which has resulted in two eBooks thus far, with more in the works. Married 47 years with four sons and 13 grandchildren, provides potential grist for the mill! Alan is a charter "Boomer", a Viet Nam veteran, committed to roasting his own coffee and writes about whatever pops into his mind. He loves to build and ride recumbent bikes, play racquetball, writes almost daily, travels Ecuador, and talks to anything that does not move fast enough! The twinkle in his eye is a combination of the sun, and an active sense of humor. His desire to encourage others to write is being answered through his articles on the Internet.