George Graham

The Art of the Lie



There’s an old Jamaican joke that goes like this:

A couple asked their son what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he said he wanted to be a professional liar. So the couple sought out a legendary liar and apprenticed their son to him. 

As the liar and his apprentice were crossing a stream on their way to the liar’s home, the liar decided to give the kid a test. He pretended to step on a fish.

“I mash a fish!” he exclaimed.

Without missing a step, the kid replied: “I smell it!”

The liar decided then and there that he had nothing to teach the kid and took him back home.

Doesn’t Donald Trump remind you of that kid?

He lies so effortlessly, so naturally and so constantly that the media can’t fact check him fast enough.

And he doesn’t seem to care if everyone will know he’s lying.

He lied about the audience at that Flint church calling for the pastor to let him keep trash talking Hillary, for example. And he lied about the pastor being “a nervous mess.”

Yet he must have known we would all be looking at the video while he was shown telling the lies on TV.

Now he’s saying it was Hillary who started the crazy story about President Obama being born in Kenya.  And he must know there are ample records to prove that Hillary did no such thing.

Trump scatters misinformation with the easy fluency of a practiced liar. Just about everything he says turns out to be false. I’m beginning to wonder if his name really is Donald Trump.

About the author


I am a Jamaican-born writer who has lived and worked in Canada and the United States. I live in Lakeland, Florida with my wife, Sandra, our three cats and two dogs. I like to play golf and enjoy our garden, even though it's a lot of work. Since retiring from newspaper reporting I've written a few books. I also write a monthly column for