I once loved a man who lied. He lied constantly and ardently — professionally, even. His lies eased his access to third-world sweatshops where he’d document working conditions and then use this evidence to help human right organizations fight to improve the laborers’ cause. His lies made life unquestionably better for untold thousands of people…
Bonus points for that brow cred.
Exceptions made for Josh Duggar, who need only write a note of apology to Jesus H. Christ.
Somebody call the wahmbulance.