Creating long-term lies is a practice popular among people wanting “more perfection for themselves” the “easy way”. Many unsatisfied people choose to do character assassinations on others they don’t like, and then separate themselves from those people so that they never face the truth, even in avoidable situations.
Recipients of these character assassinations get chosen on their lack of popularity, 2nd -hand information or not living up to desired standards of those lying. Long term liars aim to create unresolved matters hoping that it will all stick. More of how I know this all at
It becomes easier to understand how bad propaganda works when you look at certain situations at home.
Coming from a dysfunctional family, my mother’s relatives were good people. But my father’s relatives were marbled with good, bad and ugly.
My older brother married a woman in 1984 who chose not to like me, which is okay. But her despise for me took her to lie about me in many occasions. When she and my brother got married, she told me on repeatedly that she did not want me to be in any pictures. Knowing that my brother invited me, she asked one of her male-friends to pose in pictures that my brother wanted me in, and then told my brother that I was in all those pics. To this day, my brother still believes that the man in the pictures is me, when I kept telling him that that man was not me. I included a couple of actual pictures of me at that time. My sister-in-law had gone on to tell even more lies to my brother about me, and he bites the bait every time. Today, their marriage of convenience has now lasted 40 years, with my brother still in denial about the many lies he believes.
This is how our country works. There are many children that come from families that simply could never dare to teach their kids the truth and how to separate fantasy from reality. I was fortunate to be raised by my mother’s parents, who raised me with good morals.
I had a broken wrist at the time of the weeding and was wearing a bulking white cast on my right forearm/hand, so I was not able to wear my tux jacket the whole time. My sister-in law had her friend wear an ace bandage on his right hand hoping my brother wouldn’t notice, which he didn’t. Her friend had a pencil mustache. My mustache was a cheesy mustache. His hair was messed up, were as my hair was combed by my brother, who had me get it cut short for the ceremony. During the ceremony, I was sitting in the front row with my grandparents, and my brother didn’t even talk to the guy. My sister-in-law demanded me to keep my distance from her at all times. Below is a pic of me about four months before the wedding.
For what it’s worth, my brother and his wife have convenience me that they’re both socialists, forgetting that it was capitalism that made them everything they are. There is not bad blood, just unnecessary problems. Family segregation is a terrible thing as is the tactics that lead up to it.
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