to call someone "two faced" is an insult--not for hypocrisy, but the un-
imaginative way in which this person contradicts themselves; as if they are
not deep enough to achieve one's standard of borderline personality.
we are two-faced, however, like a Barack Obama: known almost exclusively
as a pop culture icon and almost not at all as a politician; we are loved, hated,
befriended and disposed of for image, and the way it is (or isn't) manicured;
that is to say nothing of who we are, who we drone, how we dismantled
Occupy Wall Street or--like your facebook excursions on steroids--who we
snoop on and what we know about them, as we store their text messages,
record their conversations and--just in case--their PornHub search history.
yes, Big Brother knows you have a big brother fantasy; and the "liberal"
savior of the masses--the one you had and got away, apropos, took your
breath away--for liberals have had less life than an abortion since 2011.
this hypocrisy is only a macrocosm of our own. we are no less satire than
our much maligned political figures: claiming to be rational and "sound"
we are, however, seduced by the sound of our voices in others' words
and turned-off from disagreement--which means logic is an impossibility.
infantile narcissists who can neatly answer the question posed by Neo to
Morpheus, "what truth?": "my truth"; and their truth is everyone's truth.
olympics for shape shifters; folding, like a losing hand, into an origami of lies;
folding, after all, is what you do best: when you cannot own your hypocrisy,
you must burn bridges, assume a new identity and tighten your mortal coil
the way a snake does when, cold blooded, it retracts into itself for warmth.
hypocrisy is as endemic to the human condition as entropy is to the universe,
it contains aspects of both beauty and shame--but there are those who
cannot stand not being an object of purity in their own life; they exist as image
and not human, snipping out scenes from the celluloid in a director's cut
where the protagonist must be always right; extra, in the process he reduces
himself to an extra. "I Want to Kill You Just Like They Do in the Movies . . . ;
every time I kill you, I'm really just killing myself"; there is no "New Game"
only "Continue": you continue to be phony, no matter how much you change.