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When girls say to me that they do not care much for what today, I think, is called by the Americans,

DRAMA….I do wonder….

Just what do they mean?

It seems self-apparent enough to me, girls, that the art of life is Drama Herself and that Drama Herself is Life Herself.

To have one and not the other is to miss the mark entirely.

If you desire to live Life, you must seek Drama, which is the art of Life Herself.

Concomitantly, to reject Drama is to reject Life Herself.

Perhaps part of the reason that great numbers of  American girls today dress so horridly, as though they were Holy Nuns or prisoners or even pagan Muhammadans, having no clue what, at all, to do about their hair, is in part down to their rejection of Drama…

As Drama is and must be:

Life:

And Life is and must be:

Dramatic Art and Beauty.

I hope and pray to Jesus that a time will shortly come when girls once again actively seek to be ALIVE:

Which is to say, to be:

Artfully….

DRAMATIC

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Schoolboys learn early that:

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A politician is a man who is spontaneously and effortlessly dishonest on every conceivably level.

 

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Which raises this question:

 

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Is the politician really a Liar:

 

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If his dishonesty is not conscious or contrived:

 

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But rather, is:

 

 

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Reflexive and instinctual?

 

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After all, a man is not really a LIAR if:

 

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He lacks the mental alacrity and basic capacity to discern and appreciate right from wrong, truth from fiction.

 

 

A worthwhile case study is Clinton, who lied reflexively, effortlessly, in all cases and who likely did not know he was lying.

 

 

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In point of fact, when I was tucked up in a political billet for Father Bush, in which my principal duty was going to 3 hour luncheons every Noon, a friend, Jeff Smith, stopped by and said to me, in a high lather, feverishly, just this:

 

 

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“Begg, you and I must work to defeat Clinton because I know, personally, that Clinton is a pathological liar.

 

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I said:

 

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“Smith, So what?”

 

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Smith said:

 

“I have had direct dealings with the Office of The Governor of Arkansas on a number of occasions and on 3 such occasions at least, Clinton has effortlessly lied to me and I approached him on it.”

 

 

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I said: “Smith, so what?”

 

 

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Smith said:

  

“Begg, listen, I went up to him and said “Governor, on 3 separate occasions, you have lied to me when telling me the truth would have been more advantageous to you, Governor.”

 

 

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I said:

 

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Smith, so what?”

 

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Smith said:

 

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“Begg, you won’t believe how the man reacted.  Clinton took my arm and looked into my eyes right after I had accused him of lying to me when his better advantage would have been served by telling me the truth and Clinton said to me:

 

 

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‘Jeff, I’ve always liked you ever since we first met.'”

 

 

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“Begg, this means that the man is way beyond being a liar…he is a psychopath.”

 

 

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I said:

 

 

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“Smith, so what?”

 

The point of all this is a question for the Americans:

 

 

 

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Is it accurate to say that Clinton, or any other politician, is a LIAR, if his lies are not deliberate, but rather instinctual and reflexive?

 

 

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Put another way, we ask ourselves:

 

 

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“Are politicians dishonest, or, rather…mentally not competent to discern the truth?

 

We think that if the answer to this question is that politicians are deliberate liars, well, now, that’s very naughty.

 

 

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We think here on the other hand, that if the answer to that question is that politicians are mentally not competent to discern truth from fiction, that’s very much worse than merely naughty.

 

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What do you think?

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We think to lie is a: Moral Lapse.

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We think that to not know if one is lying or no is a:

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Mental Lapse.

 

@Art Credits TIME, Incorporated@

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Finis Origine Pendet

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The Cathedral Latin School

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Where our time was spent thinking about…

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Drinking judiciously.

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Bored, in terminus, with school, at age 5, I turned to learning of life exclusively on my own account.

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I’ve met, in my life, maybe, one-half dozen men who can drink judiciously.

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Of women’s drinking, I haven’t any opinion. I hear that girls have drinking troubles as well, but as, I learned years gone back, men know nothing about women on any level, so why would men know anything about girl’s drinking?

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They wouldn’t.

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So, we limit ourselves here to men.

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At seminary, in 1966, in my little diary called “Notes to Myself,” I wrote this:

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“Drinking must be done either judiciously or not at all. A man must decide, if or no, he can drink judiciously. No other man can say, if or no, another man can drink judiciously. Every man must decide this for himself alone if, or no, he can drink judiciously.”

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“Trouble is, of course, no man can do.”

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John Daniel Begg, 1966, The Cathedral Latin School, Washington, District of Columbia, Letters to Myself.

Later, at University, Father Joseph Moody, now with Jesus Above us, said this to me, more than once, in his digs there:

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“Young Beggs~I am planning your political career. You’ve no morals and you are reasonably good looking~not overly so, thank God, as too pretty frightens and offends the Americans.

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Always remember that the Americans want very much to think themselves superior to their President, on all levels. Don’t put on airs. You can be President very, very, easily.

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Stay just a smidgen left of center and don’t make waves. And remember this: More great men have been ruined by that bottle than by all other demons of this earth, combined.

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Combined, Young Beggs. Combined.

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As you note in your little diary, young Beggs ‘either drink judiciously or do not drink at all.’”

Non Sibi

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