That has been my position during my entire life. Unfortunately, there are forces operant which besmirch one's reputation and convince other persons that one's behavior is less than reputable. In that situation, one can neither explain nor defend oneself. Ya gotta know when to hold and know when to fold. There are extant influences which are not influenced by the truth. So sad, too bad. "Let sleeping puppies and kitties lie."
“Let sleeping Blgthrgths lie” the sign said.
But he ignored it and confidently stepped out into the cordoned off square.
Something like a floppy wet towel slapped around his face!
UGH!
And it was an angry wet towel, making horrid noises as it slapped his head viciously!
Spinning, tripping, slapping at his face in a vain attempt to get the Blgthrgths off his face, he fell back over the cordone rope.
Where he died.
“I’m not dead!”
You stay out of this, I’m the narrator.
“I twisted my ankle!”
No, you’re dead, see? Says so right here.
“You wrote that in by hand!”
The blgthrgths will get you again.
“Get away from me you psycho!”
No sense of humor that one.