There used to live a milkman in town. Every day he would get from his wife a bucket with freshly milked milk.
He would then dilute it down with water and take it around to his customers. The watering down had begun long before
even his grandfather’s generation. But one time our milkman decided to repent and stop diluting the milk.
The following morning the townspeople accosted him over an unusual milk taste. The milkman decided to approach the Kotzker Rav.
-Such is our world, the Rav said, people have gotten used to the taste of falsehood over all these years. They have forgotten
the taste of truth and spit it out in disgust, just like your customers with the undiluted milk.