In a pitch-black 2020 song called “Murder Most Foul,” Bob Dylan wrote, “What is the truth? Where did it go?”
Fair questions right now in the age of New York congressman-elect George Santos fabricating his way to office shamefully, but, even worse, shamelessly.
Many of us seem to find the truth to be bor-ing, in need of jazzing up. Just as actual news is no fun because A) you have to wait for it, and B) you have to believe it.
