Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Fleetwood Mac had a hit song in the 80s that keeps ringing in my mind's ear every time a new revelation comes out about the Fabulist in Chief. The song was entitled Little Lies, and you can listen to it on YouTube by clicking on the link. Christine McVie is lead on this song, but Stevie Nicks provides great counterpoint.

Mark Steyn comments, in National Review Online, in his typically witty style about today's fabulists on the left, Elizabeth Warren and Barack Obama, citing F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel, The Great Gatsby in a piece entitled The Great Barry. Just as Warren made up the fact that she is "woman of color" by virtue of being 1/32 Cherokee, so has the Fabulist in Chief simply made up facts that would make him seem "cool" to his leftist friends. Thus life imitates art, as Steyn quotes Fitzgerald:

“I suppose he’d had the name ready for a long time, even then,” says Nick Carraway in The Great Gatsby. “His parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people — his imagination had never really accepted them as his parents at all. The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. . . . So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.”

So what, you say? People exaggerate about themselves all the time. Maybe. But here's the thing: if he lies so deeply about who and what he is, what else is he lying about?