In that eponymous film so stunningly opened with that icon holding forth thusly before the equally iconic and imperious American flag, we find the popular functional equivalent of another reputed dispenser of wisdom---Plato, said to have been the philosopher to whom all others have been only footnotes. (Of course it was another philosopher who said this and, if he included himself, should we take his word for it?).
And since America still holds herself out as a republic, a few words about that footnote-maker known as Plato. In his 'Republic' he sets out some alarming-seeming ideas which are far from footnote status in this postmodern 'whirled'; whether these ideas will prove to be our times ultimate determination AS human history's footnote by the equally lasting ancient Greek notions of Fate/Destiny should give America and the world it seeks to 'democratize' in the name of republicanism (capital R?) great pause (if there's still time for such unrefreshing pausing, given our neo-nuclear concerns spawned by the atoms theorized by, yep, those ancient Greeks). Apropos that last parenthetical, if you find yourself muttering 'It's Greek to me...', you're hardly alone.
Basically, in that tome of his, Plato's 'Republic', we're taught that there are such things as true lies (see: bad film of that name starring Ahnold, itself loosely based on Plato so as to generate more play dough for its producers) and that these are pretty bad as they corrupt the soul (as ever, undefined) versus lies that are only untrue in the words they use. Examples, please: ok, a true lie corrupts the very IDEA of what it describes whereas the language lie only disrupts an idea's IMITATION, say the Orwellian 'war is peace'----the idea 'war' stays the same, just the way it's portrayed, spoken of, is crap, like a bad painting (see: Warhol's Marilyn, perhaps, likely owned by one of those 'True Lies' movie producers...just saying). So, then, for Plato, the noble lie isn't a paradox, no, he says, it's just giving the folks what their less able souls what they can handle, given the inferior ability of their souls to handle you-know-what. He gets away with this necessary pandering by using the myth of metals---seriously, this dude to whom all other thinkers are footnotes says that they're born that way: some get more bronze than gold, that sort of thing, since the gods made them/us from the Earth, right? Think the Indian caste system, only without the curry.
That said, we should perhaps return to America, and the extant militarism which has eventuated it may be strongly argued from this perhaps too artfully employed tenet of the 'ideal' society, this business of the 'noble lie' (translated from the Greek by some as 'magnificent myth'). While not as actual as General Patton, Colonel Nathan R. Jessup seems to stand in nicely for this role vivified brilliantly by Jack Nicholson as was done for Patton by George C. Scott. Oh, and, yes, it is a business, as in 'War is a Racket', written in the 1930s by the late great Gen. Smedley Butler, two time Medal of Honor winner.
Who among us doesn't admire Jessup's memorable retort to the puissant Tom Cruise character: 'You can't handle the truth!'
Indeed. May this not be so said of 'Myth America', a play on the often sugar-coated insincerely rehearsed speechifying by those said to be lovely contestants for the equally sickeningly sweet crown? Who can forget those memorable non-sequiturs uttered by that sweet All-American gal a while back concerning terrorism (largely revivified by 'noble' lies):
"I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some people out there in our nation don't have maps and, uh...I believe that our education like such as South Africa and uh the Iraq everywhere like such as and I believe that they should and our education over here and should help the U.S., er, should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future for our children..." [Myth Sowth Karolineia]
So, then, let us go, you and I as the evening of our national play dough spreads out across the globe, fittingly starting with Greece, then the rest of the Levant (a.k.a., Daesh's target audience for their myth, sprung from the heads of our Greek geek gods, Bush, Rumsfeld, Cheney, et.al.).
"LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table..." whose body politic physicians have nobly lied about our what condition our condition was in (see: Mickey Newbury tune, 'Just dropped in...').
And the Myth America crown goes to...Myth Sowth Karolinea!