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LIONEL PODCAST: Truth Is A Luxury Only When It’s True

Truth is a luxury. This was Tom Wilkinson’s line in 2011’s “The Debt,” a suspense thriller of espionage, morality, courage and patriotism. It’s a remake of the award-winning 2007 film “Ha-Hov” by Assaf Bernstein & Ido Rosenblum. And a fascinating discussion of what happens when the official story that inspires a nation is wrong or, worse, a blatant lie. It inspires me to think about co-opting truth as a symbol and label and meme. Truth. Verity. The absolutely real. Authentic. Accurate.

Truthers. I’m not one per se, though I share many of their points of view, but hats off to those who grabbed the meme as their own. In today’s double-parked attention span, whoever seizes the best label and imagery, wins. Look at the conservatives who nabbed family, flag, Gawd, patriotism, Reagan and the Eagle. (While the progressives took what again as their symbols?)

Verity, anyone? And it all begs the question: What is the truth? The unvarnished and absolute and pure and clean and not subject to obfuscation or the like? Tell me true and pure history without perspective. Tell me the history of the Vietnam War — from the point of view of the Vietnamese. History, like incest, is relative.

This is what I discuss herein.

LIONEL AUDIO: History, Bran, Women’s Shoes & DUI

What I love more than almost anything is starting an audio piece and seeing where it takes me. Just look at the post tags and find a commonality in sequencing. Good luck. It’s how I think. It’s not scattered or desultory; it’s not veering (the most hated term I know anent critique). One thought inspires another. Some thoughts are interstitial nexuses. Some are logical connective tissue. Think Ella Fitzgerald and scat. Joe Pass and the riff or solo. Or don’t, it’s a free country.

But the most important part of this version is the idea that history ain’t history. It’s a story, a meme, a piece of mythology and lore that’s crafted and amended by so many custodians of the story. But it has nothing to do with the truth. That’s relative. As is incest. But who cares about bugs?