I said at the end of the last piece that, when you drift off in your balloon, you will not regret the time you spent with me. I predicted, insultingly, that you would eventually drift off in your own little balloon. Shouldn’t that offend you enough to make you desert the blog?
I remember once when a girl said to me, “I really thought a lot of you until you said THAT (I forget what it was).”
My reply was, “If your friendship is THAT easily lost, I’d rather not be burdened with it.” That was not my planned retort, it was my honest reaction.
I remember the last time Mark gave me hell, and I LIKED it. It took me a while to consider his POINT, because I was so pleased that here was somebody who didn’t need diplomacy. That will confuse most people because when someone gets the nickname “Sarge” one expects him to be Mister Nice Guy all the time.
No matter what balloon you eventually drift away in, the sort of brutal honesty Mark and I share is unique in the political/propaganda world. Many a person who has drifted away from me has expressed a nostalgia for the one time they were close to “an honest person who pulled no punches.”
Honesty is a lousy tactic. It is definitely not Shrewd. But the Shrewd people are all gone, and I’m still here.
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