Cog likes to say we're only as sick as our deepest, darkest secrets. The obvious deceptions we keep from others, such as an extra-marital affair, dipping into the petty cash at work or perpetrating a fraud for the financial good of the family, are bad enough. But some are so sick and twisted we can't even admit them to ourselves. So we stay in denial, creating shame, and crushing that which is good and seeks to grow within us. Continue reading Dirty Secrets →

Shortly after I began privately corresponding with Cognitive Dissonance I learned he had fibbed to his Zero Hedge audience. There was no Mrs. Cog. In fact there wasn't even a Pet Cog. Continue reading Reflecting Kittens →