This is getting to be a serial adventure with this guy, like Harry Potter -- but way heavier at the nightmare end of things.
So far, Paul Ryan's running his campaign as Veep wannabe about like he does a marathon: running his own course, running his mouth, and running out his clock on his own sense of time and timing. For someone who considers himself so fleet of foot, he's certainly being footloose with the truth, getting so often tripped up by it and tangled all around in it.
Lyin' Ryan, in his latest poleaxing of the truth, shaved more than an hour off his marathon time. Despite impressions he's let stand to the contrary, he's run only one marathon, and clocked more than 4 hours finishing, versus that "2 hour and 50-something" he's stated.
This is not a small or casual lie, especially not to marathoners, who say it's the difference between running and racing. The only marathon Ryan's running is more like a steeplechase, where he tries to avoid pitfalls of the truth. That winner's finish line must seem further away all the time.
Which type of candidate would you feel better supporting: one with a bad memory; one with an ego need to better the facts; one who intends to deceive; one who stretches the truth on all matters, big and small?
Hint: We have been here before and his name was George W. Bush. That little bit of truth slippage we experienced created a hellish maw devouring blood and treasure, among much else, such as national honor and squandered worldwide goodwill. You remember: It was called Iraq.
Tons of lies sure helped that one work out all right, now didn't it?