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How you DON'T Want to Come Across. . .

The late comedian Jerry Lewis.  While I certainly enjoyed his antics as a 7- or 8-year-old in Saturday afternoon TV movie matinees (Remember the old UHF channels in pre-cable days?), as an adult I've never quite seen the genius in Mr.Lewis that the French have always claimed.  Come to think of it, Mr. Bean doesn't quite do it either.  Shouldn't we demand more from our humor than simple sight gags and silly noises?


In whatever walk of life we might find ourselves, as men working to improve our personal style and presentation, we most certainly DO NOT want to come across as willfully ignorant, shortsighted, uninformed, inconsistent, incompetent, and inept with our heads in the proverbial sand.  Or, perhaps, somewhere else even closer to home if you get my drift.  

Likewise, neither do we want to keep insisting a situation is one way when every piece of information out there, 'the facts' if I might be so bold, tell us something else.  Especially in a time of crisis.  We cannot wish away the problems confronting us or, if you'll pardon the expression, pray away the gay as certain groups fondly maintain.

Meanwhile in the real world, it is simply astounding -- not to mention appalling -- how widely this approach extends across public and private life.  We can observe it from our elected political leaders at the top right on down the line to the average person in the street.  It defies all sense of logic.  Oh, wait.  Hold it.  Hang on a second.  I've got it all wrong.  My mistake.  There now.  I've got my head on straight again.  Logic is not part of the equation.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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