Well, who’s next? Lance Armstrong and Manti T’eo are both up a creek without a paddle as my mom used to say. Even Pinnocho learned that a lie continues to grow until it is as obvious as the nose on your face. And we usually learn this by puberty.
Where were these two when they taught that lesson in childhood? I know right where I was. Two cousins, a brother, and I found an unspent shotgun shell while out hunting birds with our BB guns at ages 12-13 or so. We thought it would be fun to set it on a rock and shoot it with a BB.
All went well until one of the cousins hit the shell just right. It went off and while spinning, hit him right in the neck with a piece of shot or two. Not so bad. He never even went to the doctor. But when you’re twelve, it’s a shotgun blast just like right out of a Steven Segal movie.
Fearing that our parents would think we were idiots, we unfortunately started a lie and eventually proved it. We didn’t know my mom would call our bluff and actually call the sheriff when we told her that a hunter had shot at us while we were out in the pasture. We didn’t know that they would actually search for the guy. We didn’t know my older brother had a conscience and couldn’t tell a lie without folding and getting sick about it.
Six hours later we were forced to come clean. We learned our lesson. Let’s just hope Armstrong and Te’o have learned theirs.