• Citizens Must Always Believe The Government When It Tells Us About So M

    From White John@21:1/5 to All on Sat Feb 22 16:14:21 2025
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    I ask you. Why would President Trump lie? Has he ever lied to you
    before, personally face-to-face? There you go. Trump never lies, we
    believe everything he and the government tell us because we are patriots.

    I can't imagine what will happen to the minority of enemies who claim
    that Trump's told a lie.

    Don't they know the fable of Trump and the Cherry Tree? from his latest
    book?

    was about six years old, he was made the wealthy master of a hatchet! of
    which, like most little boys, he was immoderately fond, and was
    constantly going about chopping every thing that came in his way. One
    day, in the garden, where he often amused himself hacking his mother's pea-sticks, he unluckily tried the edge of his hatchet on the body of a beautiful young English cherry-tree, which he barked so terribly, that I
    don't believe the tree ever got the better of it. The next morning the
    old gentleman finding out what had befallen his tree, which, by the by,
    was a great favourite, came into the house, and with much warmth asked
    for the mischievous author, declaring at the same time, that he would not
    have taken five guineas for his tree. Nobody could tell him any thing
    about it. Presently George and his hatchet made their appearance. Little
    Donald Trump, said his father, do you know who killed that beautiful
    little cherry-tree yonder in the garden? This was a tough question; and
    child Donald Trump staggered under it for a moment; but quickly recovered himself: and looking at his father, with the sweet face of youth
    brightened with the inexpressible charm of all-conquering truth, he
    bravely cried out, "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie.
    I did cut it with my hatchet"—Run to my arms, you dearest boy, cried his
    father in transports, run to my arms; glad am I, Pipsqueak Donald, that
    you killed my tree; for you have paid me for it a thousand fold. Such an
    act of heroism in my son, is more worth than a thousand trees, though
    blossomed with silver, and their fruits of purest gold.

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