The Man of Hoaxes
He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the wisest. Yet, he fluttered about with enough charm and bluster. This convinced the people he belonged in power. They laughed at his antics, mistaking arrogance for confidence and confusion for brilliance. By the time they realized he had taken control of their trust, it was too late. He spoke, and they listened.
Whenever things went wrong, he had an answer ready: “It’s a hoax.” Crops failed? A hoax. Jobs vanished? A hoax. Storms swept through the land? A hoax. Even the things they see with their own eyes, he dismissed with a sneer. And they believed him, because it was easier than admitting they had been deceived.
Slowly, their lives unraveled. Families quarreled. Neighbors turned on one another. Their fields lay empty, their towns hollow, their hopes spent. Yet they clung to his words like a drowning man clings to driftwood. In truth, their downfall wasn’t his alone—it was their own. For had they stood up, had they questioned, had they said “enough,” they stopped him. Instead, their faith in his lies became the noose that choked their future.
Moral
A hoax repeated becomes a truth only in the minds of the foolish. To see clearly, one must dare to doubt the man who profits from your blindness.
By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | 2025
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