Wall of Honesty

When the majority of people's opinions of oneself don't register, or are at least taken very lightly (a la le pinch of de salt), you will find you are free to be as honest as your soul permits. There are no limits, no boundaries, and even if a tiny percentage believe you are simply winding them up (I understand its called 'trolling' these days?) pull no breaths and carry on. You owe it to your dignity to be raw as possible, offend or please. I have strong ideas and beliefs but I am a fair man, harsh yes indeed but fair! And more importantly I care very little, or none at all in a lot of cases, what my fellow man thinks of me because of those beliefs. I would rather be thought of as an honest rotter than spineless crowd pleaser, ploughing bullshite and buttering bread on both sides. That path leads to a sickening sense of having conned ones own 'fabric'.
There is no occasion that I can see where holding back would ever benefit anyone. Not even amongst sickness and death. Be 100% or pull the veil, and I have no place in my life for veils. Hiding doesn't suit me, its not my style. I call a pig a pig, a clown a clown. And heaven help the man or woman who ever has the audacity to try and water my opinions down. The fly will surely meet the boot's heel. Life with all its rich tapestry always gets it both barrels from the Drunken Philosopher! I do not hold back, I refuse to wet thy brow with unnecessary gently comments when none are deserving.
I am not a selfish man but this generosity is not sprinkled around like confetti. Most of the time Life (always capitol L) deserves a straight talking to. Whenever someone says or does something that is outside of my scheme of things, I will always stab them in the chest, never the back. If you are wrong, I will tell YOU. Not for me is the slinking off to talk bile behind your back. People deserve more than that, they deserve the truth. Rather that than lie, or flattering to deceive, I wasn't built that way.
Of course there are those special type of idiot who require only silence. Or those I know who would never handle my shotgun attitude. I usually leave those with a blank space like the dunce left alone in the corner. I don't see why I should waste my valuable wisdom on that type. A sort too ignorant to understand the motions of my lips.
Long I will continue too, there shall be no respite from the hammer of truth.