I am naturally inclined towards honesty.
It’s easier, and it feels good,
Even if I’ve done something “bad.”
Because usually I’m proud of my bad deeds and feel crafty.
(In fact, I am less likely to tout my good deeds,
Because good deeds seem even better and more impressive
When people accidentally or situationally find out,
Thus making me a secret beneficent and saintly force.)
However, more often than not,
I simply believe that all information should be available to the masses.
(This is why I make a terrible sales person,
And a good teacher,
As long as no administrators are roving the halls.)
However, as crafty as I like to congratulate myself on being,
I am not,
And very frequently,
The voice that would otherwise be my conscience,
Actually ends up acting as quite the opposite,
Often pointedly asserting the following:
Honesty is not in line with your objectives.
Defer to strategic dishonesty.
Your mediated and manipulative, better eighth.”