He sat in his booth in front of the microphone in his neatly pressed Armani suit. His fingernails were manicured, and his face was a portrayal of honesty and goodness.
When he spoke about the players on the field who cheated and took drugs in order to get ahead, he berated them as if they were the Devil’s advocates. He tried to be so convincing that nobody would ever suspect himself of doing that. The more vehement he became in his condemnation of them, the larger the shield became covering up his own faults.
When he drove home after the game, he got stopped for speeding. He told the arresting officer that his daughter was in labor, and he had to race over to her house in order to drive her to the hospital. The story that he made up was so convincing, that he talked his way out of a ticket. He was very good at that.
After he got home, he was so proud of himself for getting out of trouble, he plopped himself down in his easy chair, poured himself a martini, and smoked some grass.
Creating a world of falsehood hides the true self so much as to make no conscience of a lie. The people that he condemned are evil, and he is the epitome of virtue, as clean as an angel’s heart. His constant lying to himself freed up his conscience of any wrong-doings. Hypocrisy paved the way for his success.