The expressive eyes
of a dog reveal little about their thoughts. You can tell about
their state of mind, but not about their thoughts. I watched
closely. She licked her nose, and approached me.
“So....what do you
think?” she querried.
I didn't know where
to go with this. It could be she wanted to talks about the debate,
or about Hillary's testimony. I didn't know. She simply had not
spoken for a while, so I had no clue. Intrigued, I ventured a
comment designed to elicit more information.
“A disgraceful
display of partisanship with a shameless disregard for the truth,
don't you think?” I parried.
“Yes!”, she
screamed! “And the panel was asking such asinine questions! Can
you imagine anyone else being disrespected to that degree?”
Now that I knew that
conversation was about the Hillary's testimony, I ventured in. I
knew I needed to be cautious because Dixie...excuse me Svatchime, has
a pretty impressive set of incisors, but still the rogue in me
spurred me on. I took some bacon from the fridge and started heating
a cast iron skillet.
“So help me
understand something. Hillary told her daughter the night of the
attack that the Benghazi attack was an attack by terrorists, and she
told the Egyptian president that it was an attack by terrorists and
that it was not about a movie, so why did she tell you and me it was
a demonstration about a movie gone bad?”, I said as I put bacon in
the skillet. It sizzled.
“You really are a
simple creature, aren't you?”, Svatchime said smiling as only a
chocolate lab can. Adopting that all too familiar condescending tone,
“To say otherwise would contradict the president's election mantra
that 'Ben Laden is dead, AlQueda is on the run'. Clearly it could
not be a terrorist attack. By definition, it had to be something
else, and the movie was what was decided upon.”, she said sniffing
the air.
“What?”, I said,
not even bothering to mention that the man's name was 'Bin Laden'
while turning the bacon. “You take an event you know is a
terrorist attack, and characterize it as a demonstration gone awry
because it contradicts the president's re-election campaign message?
What the hell is wrong with you? You can't mislead people like that!
She stood beside the coffins of the dead diplomats and operators and
lied to their parents. She lied to the American people, and now you
think she needs to be president of the United States?”
Svatchime sniffed
the air as I removed the first slice of bacon from the pan.
“What difference
does it make? Do you think it would bring them back if she said
'Yep..it's those pesky terrorists again!'? The diplomats are dead!
Get over it. The only thing it would have done is to embarrass the
president. It would not have mattered because everyone who cared
about that voted against him any way”, she said as I held a piece
of perfectly cooked bacon in my hand.
I maneuvered the
bacon to the left, and then to the right. Svatchime's eyes followed
as if controlled by a string.
“So, a lie is ok
with you?”, I asked.
“An innocuous
white lie isn't a problem.”, Svatchime assured me.
“And you are ok
with giving up bacon?”, I asked as I ate the piece of bacon.
“What?”
“Are you ok with
giving up bacon? Hillary accepted a lot of money from the Saudis and
they hate bacon. The Saudi's gave her far more money than the
Anti-gun folks , so she'll outlaw bacon before she outlaws guns.” I
said reaching for my second piece of bacon.
“REALLY?”
Svatchime screamed, eyes wide and drooling. “Do you think she'd
actually outlaw bacon?”
“Yep”, I said
tossing her a piece of bacon. “You know it's all about the money,
and there ain't no such thing as Halal bacon.”
I could see the
wheels turning in Svatchime's mind as she savored the bacon. She
knew I was right. Even a dog can figure out that with Hillary, it is
all about the money. I was still reasoning with a dog which means
anything could happen. I had to kick it up a notch.
I tossed Svatchime
another piece of bacon. She caught it mid-air. As she devoured it,
I looked at her and said “You know, she say's it's OK to kill
puppies almost up until they leave the Vet's office, and she want's
to give 1/3 of your food to another dog.”
She was clearly
shocked. Svatchime licked her nose and gave her ears a good shake.
She looked at me with those innocent Lab eyes, and I saw raw anger in
them, real anger. For a minute, I feared she was about to attack me,
but I tossed her another piece of bacon. “Outlaw bacon? That's
just crazy talk. She'll never get away with it.”, she growled.
I tossed her
another. She savored each morsel with a love that only a dog can
have for bacon. An innocent soul immersed in a simple joy. A peace
came over me, and I had to repent. I just couldn't lie to her.
“She's not going to outlaw bacon, she doesn't kill puppies, and she
doesn't care about how much you eat”, I said. “I was trying to
make a point with you about lying to manipulate people.”
“You evil lying
bastard!”,she snarled with the hair standing up on her neck! “How
could you lie to me about killing puppies, stealing my lunch and
outlawing bacon!!! You were saying that so I wouldn't like Hillary!
There, sir, is a special place in hell for you! I will never trust
you again”, she said as I gave her another piece of bacon.
“But Svatchime,”
I said, “You know that Hillary has lied to you about everything
from cattle futures to the Rose Law Firm's billing records to Bill's
girlfriends, to voting for the Iraqi War, to voting against the troop
surge, to the Benghazi massacre , to the illegal email server! What
about that?”
“That's different.
That's politics.”
