Ethics and Morality

I am not a perfect guy. I am not even a good guy. I have had lapses of judgment. I swear too much. I talk too much, mostly about myself. I am somewhat of a narcissist. I overeat. I eat fast and talk fast. I do everything fast, including making love, and falling in love. But I do have standards about morality. I beg but I don't steal nor rob. I don't lie in order to make myself look good or to get out of a jam. I am not afraid of facts and truths. If I make mistakes and hurt people's feelings unnecessarily, I apologize. I believe in the grace of forgiveness and the power of love. I do love women and I have had tons of women friends and admirers. Yet I feel eternally lonely.

I hate thieves and robbers and liars and cowards and traitors. To me they are worse than animals and lower than dirt. Reason: one and one only: low or no morality. All these animals are reprobates. They lack probity. Yet they all try to be thespians, presenting a false image to the world, hoping people are too naive and trusting to delve into a bit deeper and to probe for inconsistencies. But I know them and their true nature because I have a keen sense of smell. Although they bathe and adorn themselves constantly with mellifluous words, they cannot disguise their scents. They all share a similar smell of a skunk and a bad odor of a fart.

Thus spake Wissai