posted on January 25, 2013 08:00
It’s been just over a week since the Manti Te’o story broke and details are undoubtedly still murky, despite a few interviews designed to clear them up.
Ronaiah Tuiasosopo, the apparent mastermind behind the hoax, has claimed to be “the voice” behind “Lennay Kekua”. Manti asserts no knowledge or motive to the hoax and, meanwhile, Diana O’Meara, the real “Lennay Kekua” – at least photographically, has maintained that she was none the wiser to any of this…keeping up?
A Katie Couric interview is about as aggressive as a congressional hearing involving ANYBODY with the last name Clinton, so she didn’t exactly go for the throat in her “grilling” of Te’o yesterday.
The only constants that remain are lies. Deciphering what the lies are, and in which manner each person is lying, may ultimately be left to our own little minds. And, in my less than humble opinion, all 3-of these people are liars to some degree.
If we’re to believe Manti Te’o about being duped, which I’m increasingly buying, we then have to accept that he’s a huge liar in terms of perpetuating the “degree” of love he had, to the media, for a woman he never met OR felt the need to visit when “in a coma” after a car wreck or on a “cancer-riddled” deathbed.
He may very well have believed that this woman existed, which also makes him INCREDIBLY stupid and brings Notre Dame’s academic requirements into serious question. What he then cannot escape is that the attention garnered from her “death”, coinciding with his grandmothers, and his performance on the field afterward, definitely propelled him to lie about the seriousness of this relationship he thought he was having, in order to perpetuate the growing “legend”, if you will, of Manti Te’o with the Fighting Irish.
I’ve had REAL girlfriends who lost their fucking minds if I didn’t return a phone call or bring them a goddamned aspirin when they’re professing their own myth of “PMS”, can you imagine not even seeing them in person in over a year, OR EVER, not to mention visit them after near-death car accidents and cancer diagnosis?
No matter what you believe or how borderline retarded this kid continues to reveal that he is, the one lie that is definite, and that he admits to, is his continued reference to her “death” after finding out that it never really occurred.
This Diana O’Meara claims that she is also a victim of Tuiasosopo and even that he has somewhat stalked her for a long time. Where her story loses steam, in my eyes, is that, upon the entire country jumping on this bullshit “Rudy-II” story out of South Bend, she never once saw, nor apparently did anybody close to her, a picture of herself being plastered everywhere as the heartbreaking dead object of Manti’s affection.
Her hands are also dirty but, again – to what degree remains a mystery.
Ronaiah Tuiasosopo is the most intriguing one in this entire soiree. His lies are undeniable, but the depth, motive and possible camouflage behind them are as confusing as those signals I got in 1993 when my roommate just needed somebody to “hold him” in a time of sorrow.
Ronaiah (pronounce as you wish) has no problem admitting to masterminding this scheme. We’re not sure if it was to garner support for a fellow Polynesian, and friend, in the Heisman Trophy race, because he’s just a cruel fuck-stick or, and most likely in my eyes, a secret desire to strike his own Heisman pose over his friend’s prone body.
I don’t believe for one second that the voice in the recordings is Tuiasosopo’s, which means there was definitely somebody else involved somewhere, but also don’t believe that you’d take a fraud to such apparently personal, and emotional, extremes strictly for the motive of racial pride or even cruelty.
This apparently went on for a couple of years and, again depending on what you believe, some pretty serious emotions were in play, at least on one side of things. There’s no escaping that Tuiasosopo is one sick fucking man but, if some closeted homosexual attraction is indeed at the heart of it, it is also sad.
He then garners at least a small amount of my sympathy for using such tactics to attain a connection with somebody because he was just too ashamed of who he really is to attempt so naturally.
More shit will come out and this web will continue to weave. As a former master of the lying profession, at least in my own mind but not likely to those I was lying to, I can tell you that the longer they live, the more exhausting it gets to conceal them. Like Oprah, they’ll only grow.
There are lies that I, and most of you as well if being honest, still hold deep inside but, as the old adage holds true in this case, some things really ARE best left unsaid. I told actual, out loud lies but, more often, lied about who I was simply in my behavior, which are the worst kind of lies, as well as being the saddest.
All of that said, there’s not a much better feeling in the world than freeing oneself of these lies and living a life that doesn’t require an “inventory” of your own stories before stepping out of your home each morning, and more-so, out of your own skin.
This whole story is definitely entertaining and means shit to the big scope of things in this world, but there are some seriously troubled people here and I sincerely hope that they can sort that shit out for themselves, the rest of us be damned.
Mouth “Tuiasosopo” during cunnilingus…KMFP-out!
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