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Poker Face

I’m not good at playing cards. My poker face is too much like my normal face. The data around me flows into my eyes and/or ears, takes a lap around my brain and gushes unfiltered from my mouth with nary a pit stop. The good news is that you never have to wonder what my opinion is.

Politically speaking, saying it like it is just might Trump beating around the Bush. Playing the political game in Washington isn’t a leisurely Cruz in your Carson or a high-speed chase in a shiny Fiorina. Definitely not a Walker in the park! It makes me so crazy I should be in a Santorum eating Graham crackers and the fried chicken Col. Sanders Jindaled from the rich to give to us poor folk. And it’s all down Hillary from there. Aw Shuckabee! I’d rather Chris cross the country playing other games like Marco Paulo. The stakes are high in this game and when someone plays the race card it can become as dangerous as a razor’s edge. Ow! Sharpton! I rest my Kasich.

Pardon the pundits. That was my brain running amuck again. What I really wanted to say was that speaking your mind can be both painful and refreshing. Sometimes it’s hard to hear the truth but it’s easier to trust someone who speaks off the cuff because you know they’re not talking out of both sides of their mouth. Wouldn’t you rather have an honest conversation with someone who, to quote an old adage, says what they mean and means what they say? Heck yeah.

Over the years I’ve learned to be a skeptic, especially when it comes to trusting people to tell it like it is. If I had a nickel for every lie spewed by a politician… well, you know how it goes. Remember these? Read my lips, no new taxes! I am not a crook! I did not have sexual relations with that woman! I’m going to balance the budge! You can keep your doctor, period. There were no classified documents on my email server. Feel free to jump in anytime, the laundry list is still young. These aren’t harmless little lies akin to I love your outfit! Political lies are never white, and I for one have had it up to here with them.

But I'm tired of being cynical. I want to trust, to believe. I want to have confidence that what I'm seeing is what I'm getting. I don't care how custom tailored it is, if it's not the whole truth I don't want to wear it. The truth is one size and though it might be ill-fitting, it's better than a sassy lie.

Am I being too subtle? Okay, I’ll just say it outright. Enough poker face! Just let me see your hand!