Brusque: (adj) abrupt or offhand in speech or manner.
It’s not exactly being crazy–it’s an infection of thought that comes into the brain and hangs around like a summer cold.
It affects the way we think.
It tampers with the depth of our love.
It stifles our passion.
One, which has infected the brain of the American public, is the attitude that what is said is not nearly as important as how it is said.
So even when people are teaching us, if they happen to have a brusque approach, our feelings tell us that they’re wrong because they aren’t sweet enough. Therefore, it’s easy for us to be enticed by falsehoods–simply if they’re presented in a candy-box of concern.
So we are easily fooled.
I suppose the consensus of thinking is to try to find nicer ways to say important things, to make sure people will listen. There might be some validity to that, but some issues are so essential for the human soul that they need to be delivered with solemnity … and deep gravitas.