Liars, Cheaters, and Con-Artists
A social epidemic that's happening right in front of our eyes.
If a person has to lie, it’d only be acceptable if it was for the entertainment of others, like an actor, for example. Or a child’s storyteller. The rest are doing a disservice to themselves, and to anyone who knows them.
Why do people lie?
Any good guess is a great guess. Maybe it's insecurity, attention seeking, or by being embarrassed by who they truly are. Or worst of all, to impress others in order to take advantage. To profit from their lies.
Everyone heard of Pinocchio, who grew a longer nose every time he told a lie. As incredible as this sounds, I wish that would actually happen. Nobody likes an extremely long nose, growing as they speak, so problem solved.
Unfortunately, science hasn’t developed that prospect that I would call an advancement, so we must wait.
But that would be a splendid solution. No more liars, no more victimisation. Less crime, nicer noses, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Almost like the great film “Clockwork Orange”, where Malcolm McDowell’s character convulsed as soon as the thought of violence passed through his head. A very cruel man, obsessed with provoking chaos, and profiting from his crimes, got what he deserved. Saying more would spoil it for the ones who haven’t seen it, so I’ll stop here. But the idea was phenomenal. And truly, we must do something about these creeps. Who likes a liar, after all? What purpose do they serve toward the evolution of the human species? They deserve ugly noses.
Society's Naïveté
Do we deserve to be deceived? Because maybe we get what we merit. If it's too good to be true, as we heard the saying, why don't we listen?
Some liars are taking this strange phenomenon to a new level of sophistication. Some make such a lovely, comfy living out of it, we could almost say, well done, lad! You’ve really made the great! Cheers, mate! …but wait. What are we saying? He is a crook!
These professionals have accomplished the impossible, aiming for the stars and making even the supernovas themselves feel humbled and honoured. Nothing is off-limits. There's a feeding frenzy because of the spectacular, incredible stories they tell.
Both participants, the con artist and the would-be victim, are in a quick-fix heaven. Both participants find themselves caught in the moment. The further the liar delves, the brighter the spotlight shines, the deeper they're ensnared by the dopamine rush. And the listener can’t get enough because, let’s face it, we love to hear stories about easy money, the fast pace of life, and the glory of being on top.
It’s a rush. That’s why it’s so easy to fall for a con artist. They are quite talented. They make an excellent living with it because they’re so good. A magnetic personality, a profound understanding of people, and the building of a craft that self-feeds on more of the same.
Almost perfect; their game only needs practice to become flawless. Give it time. They are relentless.
While they enjoy an audience, they typically prefer working one-on-one with a major customer. It's a safer option, quick to disconnect, and once the target realises, it's already too late.
No different from a magician on stage. They are almost the same. A magician fools you with a magic trick that leaves your head spinning. That’s what you paid for. A thief and a liar do the same thing, but you pay them later. More than an admission ticket is worth. You clap for one, but cry for the other, while both have played a trick on you. The only difference was the legitimacy.
Scammers
There is no distinction between a cheat, thief, or liar. It’s all in the con game. If you are not careful, and even if you are, you’ll hurt in the end. Most likely financially, but emotionally as well. Just like a robber in the night, you got taken, and it was so subtle, you had no time to react, as you got caught in the “movement”. That’s what their actions are: Movements.
We’ve seen ballet dancing, and we’ve seen floor exercises from nimble athletes that defy gravity and the art of the dancer’s feet in motion. The thief and the liar perform the same show, but the thief goes home with your money. And the show was a fantasy in your head. In a circus, performers on the trapeze defy space and time with such precision that you observe them completely mesmerised by those synchronised movements. It’s hard to believe an individual can do that. The liar-thief stuns you just the same. Again, you laugh and rejoice for the former and cry in despair for the latter.
They don’t need your clapping after their deed is done, only before the coup de grâce. Cashing in on your supreme adoration, they end up with your booty, and you end up with your sorrows.
The Most Vulnerable Victims
We live in a hard world, full of pain, disillusionment, and tragedy, and nothing is off-limits any more. Maybe it never was, but some say it’s getting worse. Let’s dig into that possibility…
Snake oil salesmen have always been around, liars and con men have always been within arm’s reach, but like this? You wonder. The answer is in that old saying that history repeats itself. So, yes, it has. The liars from yesteryear do not differ from the ones from today, nor do the con artists.
The only difference is the level of sophistication and the internet in today’s scams. That blew them up into the high stratosphere. Great for them, terrible for us.
Worse, in all these times, science fell asleep and got us instant coffee, but not the Pinocchio nose.
Are these sociopathic elements so pathologically immersed in their “crafts” that they see no difference between a filthy rich Bel-air or Côte d'Azur prospect victim and a lonely old lady living off her life savings? They might know what they’re doing with absolute certainty, but does that matter at all? The answer is a resounding No.
To them, they are all colourless subjects for the taking. The best they say to excuse themselves and provide a defence when arrested is: “If it wasn’t me, the next guy would have.”
Time is money, and money is time. Therefore, a waste of time is a waste of money.
And the world keeps ongoing, and unfortunately for the ones who fell for them, there was no “live happily ever after.”
But if the victims get their day in court, sometimes they get the satisfaction of seeing them pay by getting a stiff sentence.
Where is Pinocchio when you need him?
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Wonderful and Interesting…
There is an exception which some people have to learn by being honest, by treasuring honesty and trusting that others are also acting in good faith.
Sometimes they are not. They are not like you, and your honesty is getting in the way of their agenda. They do not have the time, patience, goodwill or curiosity to weigh truth and fiction. Certain truths may be an enemy they will go to great lengths to suppress and destroy. Be aware. They usually do not work alone, but the one who is most brazen and self-righteous will be the leader — concocting elaborate fictions to remove you or someone you care about from property, health, identity and relationships. They will divide you from those you love. They will do their utmost to divide you from yourself. They can be relentless. Your suffering may amuse them. Sometimes, there really is a conspiracy going down.
They say you can’t cheat an honest man. Don’t believe it. Don’t believe any of the sayings you hear. They are merely shortcuts and superstitions designed to rob you of the energy, air and space that truth requires. And If ever you find yourself on the liars’ turf, surrounded by the rotten fruit of his misrepresentations and malcontent, know that no amount of honesty will help you there. The lies have become environmental and sustained, thriving in a thickened and warped tableau — the context of which you might not exactly understand for a long time to come. Here, the lies are just so much less messy, so much more believable and convenient than the truths you want to explore and share. Your story must not be told here. Your truths will not be heard. Your truths will be mocked, shunned, shut down and killed off. You will be in a war where the meaning of truth and the value of life is worthless. Entire populations have faced such wars, and then we all forget.
So, remember the wars. How inane the treachery and how tall the tales that lead one human being to kill — to kill another. That led so many more to kill so many more. See the de-humanization of those days — of these days. Today.
The wars were not ended by truth or by justice. Wars die out when brutality has left the battlefield unrecognizable for the bodies that litter it, or by the poisons that empty it of life or make that life unrecognizable. At best, a war ends by espionage and counter; by trick and by code; by decode and lie. Brutal retaliation might have been a sin, but a lie to save a friend during wartime never was. The lie that saves a life is brave. The lies that save a people are heroic. So, resort to trickery to confuse and confound and escape, and lies to survive.
And you will mourn your truths — truths that don’t work amid brittle layers of corruption, carelessness and inhumanity. The lies you tell will hurt you. But they are necessary to change the field, the warpath, the front, and for your escape.
Look to what is really there, not what you think was always there, not what you expect to see, not the illusions nor distractions set to haunt your path so you see what they want you to see. Then look again.
And lie. Lie so that you might live another day to seek what is more and more real. Lie in the name of truth in all its depths, vividness and variation.
And if you prevail long enough to look into the eyes of those who thrive on empires of cheap deceits, you will see that there is nothing of humanity in those eyes. No empathy. For these are mere prophets of greed. And no matter how clever they might at first seem, those eyes never twinkle. They reflect nothing interesting or charming — only predictability — as the only goal of the mind behind never waivers with health or heart. But remains, self-gain. At the cost of another and another, it remains steadfastly focused upon its meager self. And its followers and protectors are all the more flat and sad.
So get away. Get away.
May you be blessed in your escape. May it grant you the freedom to be curious again, the freedom to offer up that which you find most true once more. May you live to hold many truths in your mind at once.