Staff Reports
In a world where truth is said to be on life support, it seems that every hiccup in society is now blamed on one man: Donald Trump. According to many on the left, we are in a post-truth era because of him. “Trumpian lies,” they scream, with an air akin to Chicken Little’s warnings about the sky. But here’s the kicker: what if it isn’t Trump’s mendacity that’s the problem, but his accuracy? What if, more often than not, he’s been right? The elites, perched comfortably atop their ivory towers of media, Hollywood, and academia, appear irked that their narrative monopoly is slip-sliding away into a brave new world—one where people dare to question their assumed truth.
This era heralds a significant transition, a metamorphosis as unpredictable as a teenage mood swing. The tale, spinning since the Baby Boomers ruled the roost, whispers of the twilight of their age, ushering in the dawn of something unknown. While everyone has noticed the shift—finally—it seems they might have bungled the diagnosis. Crisis of trust? That’s just the elites’ way of saying, “We liked it better when no one questioned us.” After all, it’s not trust that’s in crisis but trustworthiness. Leaders have floundered, especially during the pandemic, where competence took a back seat to confusion. Much like the European leaders of yore who led the charge into the cataclysm of World War I, today’s leaders have exposed their frailties, their errors on full-display.
Now, as whispers of technological doom with AI circulate, there’s a frenzy to hand over reins to those deemed more capable, or at least more alarmist. Our favorite Silicon Valley minds are teaming up with congenial politicians to forewarn of a terrible new world unless, of course, we relinquish a touch more freedom. This fear-mongering act is an old rigmarole, reminiscent of climate hysteria days. Ordinary folks, not wanting to rock the proverbial boat, are led along by the nose, urged to embrace regulations that may stifle more than secure.
And let’s not forget the good ol’ “post-truth” label bandied about like confetti in a tornado. Trump’s perceived trickery is simply a convenient scapegoat. What goes unmentioned is the truth’s uncanny resilience. Truth doesn’t flicker out because someone chooses to look the other way. Like gravity and other universal necessities, it stands firm, unmoved by scorn or suspicion. But now, truth is enmeshed in an information quagmire, abandoned by the very arbiters who once claimed to guard it, and pursued by unplayful jesters like Tucker Carlson, who some say fancy theatricality over veracity.
In the end, the battle for truth lies squarely on the shoulders of the people, the soldiers in this epic struggle for clarity. When and if we finally embrace the unvarnished truth in all its potentially unpalatable splendor, we gift ourselves another century of progress and prosperity. In this skirmish for straightforwardness and sincerity, the battlefield and armory converge to reside in every individual willing to wrest the truth from chaos. Perhaps with enough dedication, the future will reflect not a cacophony of noise but a harmonious symphony of reason.
