Here ... more than anywhere else that I know of or have heard of, the daily panorama of human existence, of private and communal folly—the unending procession of governmental extortions and chicaneries, of commercial brigandages and throat-slittings, of theological buffooneries, of aesthetic ribaldries, of legal swindles and harlotries, of miscellaneous rogueries, villainies, imbecilities, grotesqueries, and extravagances—is so inordinately gross and preposterous, so perfectly brought up to the highest conceivable amperage, so steadily enriched with an almost fabulous daring and originality, that only the man who was born with a petrified diaphragm
can fail to laugh himself to sleep every night,
and to awake every morning with all the eager, unflagging expectation
of a Sunday-school superintendent touring the Paris peep-shows.
I am a cynic.
That sounds like someone's confession at an AA meeting. It is not. Unlike a desperate alcoholic, I'm rather proud of this trait. (Ironically, if one looks up the definition of cynic, one finds that one synonym is Doubting Thomas...another chicken/egg thing?).
My hero is H.L.Mencken. Although he lived in the last century, most of his observations and words of wisdom are apt in current times. Humans, especially politicians, do not change.
I have found that most people do not like to hear the truth. They ignore the obvious, often to their own detriment. If you point reality, you are labeled "negative". Cynics are disregarded by anyone afraid to face facts.
An optimist sees a glass as half-full; a pessimist sees it as half-empty. A cynic knows for certain that both are true: it's obvious.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.