Category Archives: Lies

Name-Dropping: My Confession #6

A while ago, I issued a challenge for people to tell me about their unusual meetings with famous people. I said that once enough people had told their stories, that I would tell mine. I’ve been publishing their stories as they tell them and now I’m ready to tell mine. I actually have another one I’ll tell once I hear a few more of yours as well!!

One of the first gringos I met when I moved to Mexico in 2001 was Betty Petersen, who was a wonderful artist and a great fan of the song “Coo Coo Roo Coo Coo Paloma.” One day in 2005, she asked me to join her for lunch at the Hotel Real de Chapala because her favorite mariachi band was playing there and since she had gifted their leader with a portrait of himself years before, they always played the favorite song mentioned above for her.

We had been serenaded and were enjoying our meals when a man came in and sat down at a table next to ours.  He hadn’t been there long when he struck up a conversation with me, asking about whether I was visiting, as he was. I said no, I’d lived here since 2001 and after asking me a few questions, he began telling me about his life.

Since most of the details sounded rather implausible, I asked him his name, and when he told  it to me, I must admit it was even more implausible than his stories, for he was claiming to be Billie Sol Estes!

Yes, of course I knew who Billie Sol Estes was, but I must say that little as I would ever imagine meeting him, it seemed even less plausible that I’d meet him in Ajijic, Mexico! Sensing I didn’t believe him, he then pulled out his book, which had just been published, and proceeded to tell even more outlandish stories, dropping names like JFK and Lyndon Johnson–at one point insisting that he had proof that Johnson had had Kennedy assassinated, saying Dorothy Kilgallen had been murdered because she had the proof of a further conspiracy in Kennedy’s murder.  All-in-all, he talked for over an hour, and when I got up to leave, he handed me a copy of his book. It was not until I got home that I opened it and saw what he had written inside.  (Since it took me some time to interpret his scrawl, I’ve written it out for you below.)

 

Yes, my jaw dropped when I read it, but not as much as it did when I read some of this other information about him online. This is part of an article that appeared concerning events that occurred after he had been indicted on a number of counts of fraud:

“Soon after the Estes indictments, however, Mr. Freeman, the agriculture secretary, disclosed that a key investigator on the case, Henry Marshall, had been found dead in Texas — bludgeoned on the head, with nearly fatal amounts of carbon monoxide in his bloodstream and five chest wounds from a single-shot bolt-action rifle. Local officials ruled it suicide, but the body was exhumed and the cause changed to homicide.Six other men tied to the case also died. Three perished in accidents, including a plane crash. Two were found in cars filled with carbon monoxide and were declared suicides. Mr. Estes’s accountant was also found dead in a car, with a rubber tube connecting its exhaust to the interior, suggesting suicide, but no poisonous gases were found in the body, and his death was attributed to a heart attack.In 1963, Mr. Estes was convicted on federal charges and sentenced to 15 years. A state conviction was overturned on grounds of prejudicial news coverage. After exhausting appeals and serving six years, he was paroled in 1971. In 1979, he was convicted of tax fraud and served four more years. He was released in 1983. A year later, in what he called a voluntary statement to clear the record, Mr. Estes told a Texas grand jury that Johnson, as vice president in 1961, had ordered that Mr. Marshall be killed to prevent him from disclosing Johnson’s ties to the Estes conspiracies. He said a Johnson aide, Malcolm Wallace, had shot him. The Justice Department asked Mr. Estes for more information, and the response was explosive. For a pardon and immunity from prosecution, he promised to detail eight killings arranged by Johnson, including the Kennedy assassination. He said that Mr. Wallace had not only persuaded Jack Ruby to recruit Lee Harvey Oswald, but that Mr. Wallace had also fired a shot in Dallas that hit the president. Mr. Estes also claimed knowledge of a White House plan to kill Fidel Castro and a plot by the former Teamster boss Jimmy Hoffa to kill Robert Kennedy. Mr. Estes reiterated his allegations in a book, “JFK, the Last Standing Man” (2003), written with William Reymond, as well as his own memoir, “Billie Sol Estes: A Texas Legend” (2004). As with similar allegations in books, articles and documentaries over the years, none of the Estes claims could be proven. Johnson had died in 1973, and everyone else, except Mr. Estes, was also dead.

In case you are wondering, no, I was not Billie Sol Estes’ mistress. I had never seen him before our encounter in 2005. Nor did I ever see him again.  He died on May 14, 2013.

Please rest assured that I am not supporting the truth of anything he said.  Just reading what he had written inside the book he gave to me made me fairly sure that I would take anything he said with an entire box of salt!!!!

Day Lily, for Cee’s FOTD

 

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Lothario: Wordle 516

Lothario

When she screamed his name out on the wind, their story spread for miles—
how she fell for all his stories and fell victim to his wiles.
Black shimmering hair, that boyish grin, his manner smooth as cream—
how could she know that things are not always what they seem?

Her arms rise up to meet the moon, conducting symphonies
of painful music as her screams and wind weave harmonies.
She spins her sins around her in a close-wound net—
A chrysalis of mourning that signs her deep regret

as miles away he races, making haste to leave.
Another maid abandoned with her heart upon her sleeve.
What Hell is there for men like this, off to unknown parts,
leaving spread behind them a trail of broken hearts?

This week’s prompt words are: name, out, wind, cream, shimmering, sin, grin, conduct, rise, miles, close, stories. Image by Claudia Soraya on Unsplash.

 

For The Sunday Whirl, Wordle  516

Toxicity Report


Toxicity Report

Toxic little rumors and poisonous little lies
circumvent veracity and cloak it in disguise,
poisoning perception, holding truth at bay,
obscuring what is truth in favor of hearsay.

 

“Toxic” was one of the last WordPress prompts and although it was less than a year ago that I ran this response, I think it warrants repetition. I fear we’ve all been driven to toxicity by the preponderance of lies told by our leaders as well as on the internet. Even those of us who do not know we lie have fallen victim to this toxicity by reblogging and repeating on Facebook and Twitter facts we have not verified.  I’ve been guilty of this as well.  I’m trying to be more careful.

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/10/26/fowc-with-fandango-toxic/

Blink

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Blink

I don’t really need ESP to know what you are thinking,
for when I ask, “Should I wear this?” your left eyelid starts blinking
like it does whenever you tell a little fib;
and I can tell your “It looks great!” sounds a little glib.
That’s how I know without a doubt you’re spinning a fine yarn;
and that, in fact, in this dress I must look wide as a barn.

If you say this dish is great but feed most to the dogs—
if you say I’m clever but you rarely read my blogs—
if you “want” to get together but we rarely do—
I’ve already read the clues to ascertain your view.
Yet, still I have the option to see the other side
and find a way to look at it that will preserve my pride.

Your eye might blink because a gnat got caught in it just now,
and so I do not really look as broad as any cow.
He just has a small appetite. Her eyesight might be failing.
She might be out of town and when she gets home from her sailing,
she’ll call me up and we will meet and have a laugh or two.
Without this ESP I really get to choose my view
of believing what I want to in spite of what I’ve guessed.
When it comes to friendship, less clarity is best!

 

Not many of you were around four years ago when I first wrote this poem so here it is again, out for review. The daily prompt word is blink.

Necessary Untruths

The Prompt:What have you done that no one knows about, or what are you afraid of exposing about yourself?

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Necessary Untruths

A game of hide-and-seek
not behind chairs or under tables
within thickets or crouched in deep culverts
but obscured between sharp truths.
That white lie
you tell yourself
just to keep going.

 

To participate or see other writing on this theme, go to: https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2016/01/05/sandbox-writing-challenge-21-shhhh-its-a-secret/

Honestly!

Though I always tell it if I can,
of the brutal truth, I’m not a fan.
(It’s the brutal part that bothers me,
and not the actual honesty.)
In fact, let’s institute a pact
to exercise the utmost tact.
When telling others just what “is,”
be gentle, be they Sir or Ms;
for though it’s not right to be truthless,
there’s no excuse for being ruthless.

The Prompt: Truth or DareIs it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?

NaPoWriMo Day 16: A Teenage Mythology

A Teenage Mythology

A sneeze is how a poltergeist gets outside of you.
At night a different stinky elf sleeps inside each shoe.

Every creaking rafter supports a different ghost,
and it’s little gremlins who make you burn the toast.

Each night those tricky fairies put snarls in your hair,
while pixies in your sock drawer unsort every pair.

Midnight curtain billows are caused by banshee whistles.
Vampires use your toothbrush and put cooties in its bristles.

Truths all come in singles. It’s lies that come in pairs.
That’s a zombie, not a teenager, sneaking up the stairs.

It will come as no surprise that our prompt today was to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.