Everyone says it's bad to lie.
But what about the person who's hiding Jews
in Nazi Germany who lies about it to the Nazis?
Is that wrong?
Or how about the reverse -- what if you lie to
the Nazis and say that you're hiding Jews, when
in fact you aren't?
"Ja, Kapitan! The Rosenweigs are up in the attic.
Frankly, the folk dancing is driving me nuts."
Then the Nazis could clump around upstairs with their
jackboots, in its own way as awful as folk dancing.
Call it Volk dancing, ha, ha.
So you nail the attic trapdoor shut: but what then
when the Jewish Resistance knocks on your door and
asks if you're hiding any Nazis in your attic?
Oy vey! What would Jesus do?
"Go right on up, fellas. They've been expecting you."
"Oho! Jews!"
"Aha! Nazis!"
And thus the cycle of violence continues, not to
mention the cycle of cliches, of which the "cycle
of violence" is surely paramount. I am so weary of
the "cycle of violence" that if I ever find it, I'm
going to let the air out of its tires, loosen its
handlebars, and hacksaw the chain securing it to the
bikerack of repression.