On my way into London, I pass two parked semi-trailers, a kilometre apart. They’re both advertising the same hotel in Ingersoll, Ontario. The first one announces that you’re only 25 minutes from soft beds, yummy food and the pleasures of a spa. That time just doesn’t compute in my brain. The second one says you’re 10 minutes away. That seems about right. But there the two of them sit, one truthful and the other clearly lying.
How often do I assume that a sign, a newspaper article, or a radio news item is accurate? Often. Seeing or hearing it somehow makes it legitimate in my mind. I don’t have the energy nor the time to delve deeply and find out if the truth is being spoken. I just go along.
A celebrity says X, and does so with a convincing tone of voice and facial expression. Is the truth sometimes Y? No doubt.
The Canadian history textbook I studied in high school said nary a thing about how white people often treated natives poorly. All was fine as the dominant culture spread west, apparently quite heroically.
In Canadian politics, the party in opposition invariably is critical of the governing party’s policies. Rarely do you hear about good ideas being acknowledged as such.
All this leaves me with a healthy skepticism and a commitment to another source of truth … the intuition that lives within us all.