Where's The Truth?

I grew up pre-internet and pre-computer. Over the years I've developed sort of a built-in tried-and-true lie/worth detector. This is why I don't click on suspicious emails with attachments, I don't trust what comes out of the mouths of the current batch of talking heads and I don't let politics cloud my judgement in any way. I look/hear and analyze. It's not that difficult if you train yourself. Really. I mean it. One of the major precepts I learned early on was: A man is only as good as his word. So after a little trial and error, I found a few friends over the years I could trust and discarded the rest. That COULD be why my sociability hasn't been as extensive as the average person, but I digress. But think about that precept a little or maybe more than a little. A man is only as good as his word. This is a 16 by 12 inches acrylic painting on canvas panel and a questioning example of Original Jones Art as he awaits his mail-in ballot here in northwest Austin, Texas.