Brian Williams is no different than the rest of us

I've two valid explanations as to why Brian Williams kept revising an event in his memory.
Pick your choice.

The well proven explanation:
The human brain is a terrible recorder of facts.
If you want anything close to accurate detail, then take a widescreen unedited video of the event.
Researchers have proven how easy it is to manipulate memories. (And Fox news continually proves how easy it is to manipulate video.)

Every single time you recall a memory, you will change it. In Brian William's case the edited tape his videographer made for a newscast created confusions of details from the very first. Which helicopter received fire?
How many helicopters were there?

Brian probably reviewed that film so often that it became his initial memory. 

Every time anyone would ask about the event and Brian shared, the details would change. Not because Brian wanted to lie to people, but because his brain kept altering the memory.

That's why his story changed over time. 
Because he's got a normal faulty human brain.
For additional information about faulty memories:
http://www.cnn.com/2015/02/05/opinion/vox-brian-williams/
http://petapixel.com/2013/07/28/manipulated-photographs-manipulated-memories/




Liza's Multiverse theory of why our brains are so faulty.

In the world of multiverses, not only can anything happen, but everything does happen in some universe.

I don't believe in infinity, thus for every universe created, another two universes must collapse into one based on statistical irrelevance. (By statistical irrelevance, I mean the differences in the two universes are no longer matter. Over time the relevance changes. For example, what we believed happened or didn't happen is far more relevant than what actually happened in 1 AD).

However, for two universes to be statistically "the same" doesn't mean there won't be significant differences in particulars.

We experience those differences as Deja Vue,  Precognition, and possibly some cases of schizophrenia where the people  a person remembers are actually remnants of a different universe that has collapsed into ours. 

If multiverses can cause us to relive a situation twice, or to see the future before it happens, imagine what it can do to the human brain when two slightly different situations are collapsed into one memory, which later will be collapsed into yet another slightly different memory.

In this case it is not that we have faulty memories, but we have multiple memories of the same event and one of them must dominate and become our truth, even if in our current universe, the external facts support a different truth.

This theory explains a great deal of oddities about our world, but it is a bit unnerving, so most of you will be more comfortable with the faulty memory theory.

But in either case, Brian Williams did not just wake up one day and decide to lie to the American public and destroy his career so he'd be more interesting on a talk show.

The 'truth' altered over time, either by faulty memories, which we all have, or by the collapse of multiverses, actually switching out the 'truth' with one similar but not the same.

So give Brian Williams a break. He's just a normal human. All our memories are false. If you don't believe me, ask your sibling to recall an event and both of you write the specifics of the event down. Choose an event of importance to you, since it is likely you've visited and changed it often.

Your memories of the event won't be the same.

Does that mean I have to give all the anchors of Fox News a break for their continual lies and misinformation?  No. But I hate to say it,  Bill O'Reilly may have actually 're-remembered' his value in society to be greater than it truly was due to the memory problem. 

However, unlike Brian who admitted he was wrong when presented irrefutable proof, Bill goes berserk calling all the reporters & interviewers who nailed him liars. Their different reaction to the truth could come from their emotional differences. 

So there it is: Either humans have horrible memories or the multiverses are changing reality all the time.

Either way, you really can't believe anything anyone tells you. 

Fox News doubly so.

Liza Reviews Junior Inquisitor by Lincoln Farish.

Debut author Lincoln Farish has written a fabulous story. While he calls it dark urban fantasy, I’m inclined to call it true horror. The protagonist of the story, Sebastian, was once just an ordinary fellow before a demonic monkey killed his wife in a gruesome manner. Since normal people don’t believe in creatures of evil, Sebastian was headed to prison for his wife’s murder if not for a secret sect of catholic priests who give their lives to keep the evil creatures of earth in check so normal people can go about with their happy lives. They invite Sebastian to become one of them. Given the choice of a life of prison, or the chance to revenge his wife’s death, he becomes Brother Sebastian, Junior Inquisitor.

I’ll admit, I don’t normally read or watch horror stories. They give me nightmares. But once I started reading this book, I could not put it down.  Be warned, when reading, the normal wall between you and horror may cease to protect you. Unlike many tales where you know they cannot happen, Farish has created these creatures and situations with such detail that you may start to believe he’s right and they do exist, and you have just been blind to the truth.  And that is when they creep into your sleep and give you nightmares.

If you are easily terrorized and fall into a well-written book too deeply, it’s best you don’t read this.

But if you are heavy reader of horror and dark urban fantasy and enjoy being terrorized, then this may become your favorite series ever.  Pounce upon it and dig your teeth into this extraordinary treat. You will find plenty of succulent flesh and strong bones beneath.  This story is as real as you get. I give it 5 stars or, in this case, 5 creepy monks.

Want to know more? Read on!

Brother Sebastian is halfway up a mountain in Vermont, hell-bent on interrogating an old woman in a shack, when he gets the order to abandon his quest for personal vengeance. He has to find a missing Inquisitor, or, more likely, his remains. He’s reluctant, to say the least. Not only will he have to stop chasing the best potential lead he’s had in years, this job—his first solo mission—will mean setting foot in the grubby black hole of Providence, Rhode Island. And, somehow, it only gets worse…

If he’d known he would end up ass deep in witches, werewolves, and ogres, and that this mission would jeopardize not only his sanity but also his immortal soul, he never would’ve answered the damn phone.

With deliberate movements, I again went from shadow to shadow, creeping away from my car and the shop. Even moving with care, I was sweating from fear and excitement, my heart still pumping rapidly. My brain was screaming, Run away, and I really wanted to listen to it. I wanted to just start running as fast as I could down the street. It would feel good for a few minutes, until I was caught.

I wiped my face before the stinging sweat blinded me. Last thing I needed was to twist my ankle on a pothole or unseen brick. I made it several more blocks in a generally south and east direction before I heard a car coming down the street toward me. I could just make it out—a panel van, the kind the cable company uses. This late at night, a vehicle like that was not going to be good for me. I ducked into a little stand of trees growing between two twelve-foot industrial fences and started running. 

Maybe they didn’t see me, or maybe it was just some burglars looking for a house to rob. 

The van’s engine revved, headed to where I’d been before my dash into the trees. Brakes, old and tired, squealed behind me. I tried to go faster, but the trees were thick, the light bad, and there was a lot of undergrowth and litter on the ground. At a full run, I would faceplant into a tree or step in a hole. The best I could manage was a slow trot. The hollow metallic bang of a vehicle door being thrown open crashed into the night. The howling came next. 

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Called an adventurer and quite possibly insane, Lincoln has traveled to many continents and countries on his own and at his country’s behest to determine from whence the darkness comes. Despite persistent rumors, Lincoln maintains that he had nothing to do with the tiger, was not involved in illicit wiener dog races, and has never used his knowledge of genetics to create a better life form. 

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