• Now that we have gotten past the recent elections, we can get back to life as normal. Of course, I am not sure what "normal" really means. One man's "normal" is another man's "over the cliff."

• I am not quite sure I am normal and I fear bringing this query to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. My fear is that she will tell me the truth. You know what we Americans think about the truth.
• There was a time when truth was a pretty stable thing. There were certain things that were absolute truth and no if's, and's or but's about it. Those were the good old days.
• Nowadays truth is not as clear as it once was. What was true in "the day," is now altogether a different matter. Being the simpleminded man that I am, it is very hard for me to keep up with all of this nonsense. I mean, after all, how do you know what is true if it changes all the time? I think if it is true, it is always true. That only beguiles my age.
• If truth is as slippery as some people are indicating, how do I know what is true today? It does not matter what was true yesterday. That was yesterday. Today is a new day and henceforth, what was true yesterday is not true today. To make matters even more confusing, what is true today will not be true tomorrow.
• I believe the reason I am getting bald on the top is that I am scratching my head

too much lately. I cannot seem to make heads or tails out of all the nonsense transpiring today as truth. How do people keep up and know what is really true?
• If I plan to live quite a few more years, I am going to have to get a handle on this very thing. I am not quite sure where

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