Washington Post — Meet the Bottomless Pinocchio, a new rating for a false claim repeated over and over again […] Trump’s willingness to constantly repeat false claims has posed a unique challenge to fact checkers. Most politicians quickly drop a Four-Pinocchio claim, either out of a duty to be accurate or concern that spreading false information could be politically damaging. Not Trump. The president keeps going long after the facts are clear, in what appears to be a deliberate effort to replace the truth with his own, far more favorable, version of it. He is not merely making gaffes or misstating things, he is purposely injecting false information into the national conversation.
To accurately reflect this phenomenon, The Washington Post Fact Checker is introducing a new category – the Bottomless Pinocchio. That dubious distinction will be awarded to politicians who repeat a false claim so many times that they are, in effect, engaging in campaigns of disinformation.
The bar for the Bottomless Pinocchio is high: the claims must have received three or four Pinocchios from The Fact Checker and they must have been repeated at least 20 times. Twenty is a sufficiently robust number that there can be no question the politician is aware his or her facts are wrong. The list of Bottomless Pinocchios will be maintained on its own landing page. The Fact Checker has not identified statements from any other current elected official who meets the standard other than Trump. In fact, 14 statements made by the president immediately qualify for the list.”
This is Nashville, 1980. While it may look like a seedy neighborhood, this is actually in the heart of Music Row, on 16th Ave. This is also the business of Nashville music industry in action. The little lady is brought into town by her Dad, because she can sing a bit, probably won a talent contest or two, and she has hopes of becoming the next New Country Music Singing Sensation.
We have the big time music promoter, the Dad with his pipe, the Music Man with his cuppa joe, and the little lady. The music promoter is terribly impressed with the young lady’s voice, and they’ve decided to Go For It and make an LP record. A whole album, on Papa’s tab. (They also called in a realtor, not in the picture, because once she hits the airwaves she’s obviously going to need a place in Nashville).
So somehow or other I found myself at the high-end recording studio and just kind of blended in, watching it all unfold. A fly on the wall, as it were. They’re about to go for lunch at this famous place where there’s always a star or two hanging out. So I step out of the studio and, as I happen to have my camera, I say, “Smile” and take the picture.8None of these 4 people have the foggiest idea who the hell I am, what the hell I’m doing there, or why the hell I’m taking their picture. Nashville was a trip.