Writing While Impaired

                                       “WWI”              

              I had a new experience yesterday, that of WWI. (writing while impaired) A largish, double martini had ended a long day. The C2H5OH must have loosened the locks, on the literary dam, and an article sprang forth.

             “In vino veritas” is the expression that means your lips were in motion, while your brain was not in gear. Still, the output was interesting (to me at least). It was a paean to women, who are natural empaths that attempt always to ameliorate the ills of the human condition, regardless of the social cost to themselves. I have always admired this trait in the fairer sex. It is a moral courage that attempts to ease the distress of others and “be fair” in all things. It is a condition not on display much in the political arena, unless it is voiced by those same distaff warriors, courageous of spirit. In general, women would rather “do the right thing” than get elected. That is an impressive display of “nobless oblige” that you just don’t run in to that often.

             Did I draw any conclusions? Yes, I did. Maybe a few sessions of WWI might produce some interesting work. But, like being brutally honest in assessing the physical pulchritude of the homely child that you are asked to praise, or offering a realistic appraisal of the dumb as a rock person who wants to hear you extoll their intellectual prowess, honesty can carry consequences. But, what the hell, our mail box is never over flowing with dinner invitations on any given occasion. “Veritas uber alles,” if I can mix the linguistic metaphor.

                                           -30-

                                    (275 words)

                                  Joseph Xavier Martin