A couple of generations ago forthrightness was
expected, every day, in every thing. It was a measure of maturity.
Nobody got away with mushmouth spin, everyone kept to the simple truth
as they knew it or they got eased out of adult society and sat at the
kid's table come Thanksgiving. We owe each other our true thoughts in a
straightforward way. We don't have to be right but we do have to be
honest. Absent that, we devolve into frillery and artifice.
This notion
is mostly past tense now, as confirmed by political correctness—social
anesthesia if you will. But there are those who carry on, convinced by
experience that optimism is warranted only if you see things as they
are, or close enough. They carry on not as a heroic mission mind you,
it's just the way they are. We'll not name names here, they know who
they are, it's a small club.
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