Watching pundits react to last month’s election reminds me of a particularly prescient verse. (Sorry for the lack of attribution, but I cannot recall who first wrote it.)

I’m confounded by how often love trumps truth when it comes to memory,

how the past tends toward uniformity, all good – or all bad,

how revising memory, even when justified, can feel like betrayal.

The words came back to me last night when a TV commentator from the right reminded his listeners how often the loser had lied (mis-remembered) before, during and after the election. He went so far as to call her a “compulsive liar”.  I therefore took it upon myself to re-write the verse with changes that the left-leaning apologists might keep in mind next time round.

I’m confounded by how often avarice trumps truth when it comes to memory,

how the past tends toward absolute absurdity, all good – or all bad,

how trying to revise history, even when justified, feels like betrayal.

Something to think about, next time round!

You are welcome.

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