PISSED AND PROUD OF IT

Oh yeah, let's allow the passions and truth to flow. That is what I say. I get so tired of having to place nice with some people.

I might have to smile at times for the sake of being a politician, but it doesn't mean I don't have times I love to imagine the chance to tell people what I really think. It would be wonderful to at least once have that luxury.

I admit that it doesn't seem very likely that it will come up too often. Most voters just aren't up for the experience of having a suck up specialist suddenly turn against them and tell them they are all a bunch of jerks.

Yeah, I dream of days where I could do that. So far it is just a dream. But I keep having this wonderful fantasy of meeting someone who wants real honesty.

I'm sure they are out there somewhere. I have yet to meet such a person, but I'm sure they probably exist.

I wish they would come to my town. Now that would really be a thrill. Oh yeah, honestly and being able to tell somebody they are an idiot when they really act like one.

The only concern I have is over whether such a person would really be a jerk. That would spoil the whole thing if they were actually a good person.

Now see that would be my darn luck. Yeah, I can see it now. I finally meet someone I can be honest to and the only thing I can tell them is the lies I tell the jerks, only in the case of this person, it wouldn't have to be a lie.

Oh god, now I had an even worse fear. What if this guy has family? What if they all moved to my city?

And then what if by chance this guy is so likeable he ends up infecting the whole city. Oh man that could be a real disaster.

I mean what would I do if I didn't have to lie anymore? Shoot all those speeches I've got written and memorized would be worthless then.

I think I'm going to have to reconsider my thinking on this perhaps. A little honesty is a good thing.

But as a daily habit, I'm not so sure. Yeah, that could actually end up being very painful. I just end up totally hating the whole process.

So for now, I'll just wish I knew one such person. Then I'll hope I never actually meet them. It might end up being too depressing. And who needs that? Don't think I do. And don't imagine an honest person would either.