I don't know who you're responding to because I've put several people on ignore so I don't have to see their comments. But it's apparent what you're responding about.
I don't have any apologies when I tell the truth. It's good to speak it with Grace, but it's good to speak it at all in a world where truth is hated, especially by those who don't want to change and grow.
I can walk into any room, church, building, etc., and pick up on the overall climate (ie. mindsets, value system, and practices of the people there). This makes it easy for me to pick up on people's attitudes (ie. how they are on the inside) even in their writing or typing online. One of many examples of this:
I recall when my mom tried and tried to poison me against my sister-in-law (younger brother's wife). Let's call her Shelly and call my brother Joshua. My mom said Shelly had written her a five-page letter attacking her, calling her names, etc. Before my encounter with God, I would automatically have sided with my mom (which doesn't mean I'd be against Shelly, but I'd simply believe my mom). But this was after the encounter. I'd gone to high school with Shelly and Joshua (Joshua and I were very close and got in enough fights that I didn't get to walk on graduation but he did a year later). Shelly and Joshua had a high school romance: a lot of boys wanted Shelly, but she wanted Joshua; and a lot of girls wanted Joshua, but he wanted Shelly. Shelly wasn't a hostile person and would only have been hostile to my mom if my mom had been hostile towards her.
When my mom told me that Shelly had been hostile to her in that letter (my mom even shed the tears and everything), I asked how that was true. She expected me to just believe her. (Men need to be aware of this-- when women want men to believe them just because they're women: #BelieveAllWomen.) I insisted on seeing the letter that Shelly had written her that she said was hostile. My mom got angry and refused. For the next three days, my mom would accuse Shelly to me, then get angry when I insisted on reading Shelly's letter so I could see for myself if my mom was right. On day four or five, my mom gave up and handed me the letter. Probably like most people, she didn't think that you can pick up on a person's attitude, meanings, or intentions in written words. She was wrong. I can often lift hidden messages off a page (this also happens often when I read the Bible) because that's just a thing God gave me. I combed Shelly's five-page letter over one or two times but only really needed to red it once. There was nothing Shelly had written that could be reasonably construed to be hostile towards my mom. I wasn't happy with my mom and didn't take her side.
During my encounter with God, He told me that the identity I was living at the time was not my real identity and said He would draw my real identity to the fore. The change was instant. Before the encounter, girls thought I was cute, but overall as far as relationships and all that were concerned, I was average to them. The very day of the encounter with God (it happened on an Amtrak train between Baltimore and Atlanta so that the person who walked on to the train was not the person who walked off), women started treating me different. I don't care for admiration, bragging, all the things most people love; but all the girls at my new job and neighborhood were after me. My aunt, who I lived with in Atlanta, even had women at her own job who she said wanted to meet me just from pictures she had of me as her nephew on the job; and her son, my cousin (a weakling of a man who hated and was jealous of me and wanted me dead, dead, dead)-- whose name was Austin (and whose best friend was Steve, so I called them "Stone Cold")-- admitted to me that girls at his job wanted to know who I was after I stopped by one day (Steve didn't mind admitting it). At the apartment pools, girls were turning around when I walked in and some of the guys didn't really want me around. It was at that time that twenty married women at work wanted to sleep with me. So, what happened? God drew my real identity (which is located in all men, mostly 'beneath' in cultures that attack masculinity) to the fore which 'resurfaced' my masculine double-foundation of I could care less and simultaneously I care a lot. People are valuable enough to care about but not valuable enough to tolerate their bs. It's both and most people don't know what's up when they see both together.
I'm not slow when it comes to discerning people's heart motivations, intentions, etc., and I have a natural tendency to look down the road when I'm in a situation or interacting with someone in order to know what could come of any interaction or relationship with them. I understand why people act like they do (often quickly but not always quickly). This is because of what God called me to. I can easily sense and won't tolerate hostility or passive-aggressiveness, nor will I tolerate anyone who wants to influence my or another person's life-- to foist their own will on and over the will of another person. This level of self-centered to coldly (without conscience) desire to control others is pure witchcraft, and witchcraft and I do not and cannot get along. God gave people free will; people who try to override others' free will are definite enemies of mine.
And finally, Jesus said that people who do evil (and enjoy it and never want to change) naturally hide their evil so they are not discovered but that people who do good are honest and transparent as they have nothing to hide. I recognize people who either defend evil or who want to hide their own evil as people who are not loyal to any human being (or to God) but themselves and therefore are toxic and untrustworthy, so I separate myself from them if I can because I don't like to waste time. Women who are quick to change the topic when the faults in women are brought to light (or who attack those who expose these faults) are doing so because those faults are in them and they don't want to change or remove them but want to retain them while blaming others as being [wrong, bad, etc.]. Such women are 100% bad news, at least to a heterosexual man. The question I have for people who don't like truth to be exposed or even discussed is "Why?"
"And this is the verdict, that the light has come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. For everyone practicing evil hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his deeds should be exposed. But he who does the truth comes to the light, that his deeds may be clearly seen, that they have been done in God" (John 3:19-21).