For the record, I have a high regard for TW's accomplishments, his commitment to his craft (notwithstanding what his "want-to-be best friend" Hank Haney's hatchet piece suggests), and, for the most part, keeping his cool under the most powerful microscope that has followed him nearly his entire life. As to his personal life, that is for someone much higher than me to judge.
Having spent much of my life in the Dallas area, BC has come under my radar a few times. As a can't-miss high schooler from nearby Irving, he played with my noon group on at least a couple occasions, the guest of an insurance agent who was probably the best gambling golfer at the club. I can't remember Brandel once extending his hand to anyone in our group he wasn't playing with, nor sticking around after collecting his winnings and attempt to be friendly or even cordial. He was perceived as a prima-donna then, a pretty boy with a lot of talent to be sure, but not one who anyone else seemed to be particularly interested in having as a member of our 20+ player group. Of course, his career on Tour didn't meet the expectations, and perhaps that is what ails the man.
BC is articulate, well-spoken, but I can't help feel that he likes to draw attention to himself, to be part of the action. In earlier days had he said the same of Palmer or Nicklaus, he might be selling insurance. However, in the shock and awe era that we find ourselves in, where political opponents at the highest levels are routinely called terrorists, extortionists, racists, etc., Brandel's hurling the C word is probably rather tame, and hardly actionable. He might even garner his own 30-minute "Opinion" show.