“I am sure you have come across older people who behave like children. They want everything, whine for attention, bitch about the smallest things and argue about virtually everything. They stopped growing up at some point but continued growing older.”
― Know What Matters
The day began in the usual fashion:
I'm not entirely sure what this was in response to -- if indeed it was a response to something I actually said and just not some spontaneously generated Budweiser fueled 2AM outrage at something he thinks I might believe.
Let's take each point in order:
"Hey coward, you're also a self righteous prick."
I mean, you start out with a conjunction? A connector to another thought? Also what? Why do I feel like he's been in this conversation longer than I have?
Maybe he forget an introductory paragraph? Also.
Grade school English aside, he might be right.
I might be a coward. I have a bunch of medals here from my military service that say otherwise, but I admit anything is certainly possible.
I've been called worse.
By better people.
That said, I comfort myself with the fact that coward though I might be, I at least don't send anonymous hate mail to random strangers on the internet.
I actually own what I say. I put my name on it, in front of half a million people every day.
I don't know if that's courage or not, but I can tell you that it very often makes me wish I was back in Iraq. As dangerous as that job was, it was often a great deal less shitty, insane, and soul draining than dealing with my own countrymen on the internet every day.
As to being self righteous prick, I admit that is likewise a possibility.
Others have made similar observations. Perhaps I should endeavor to be more humble, friendly, and less self-confident like my modest critic?
No, I suppose not. And frankly, I'm not sure my readers would respond well to a suddenly unassuming and self-effacing Jim Wright.
Self-righteous prick suits me.
"You're happy to bully people who will be screwed under. Biden administration into voting for your own interests. [sic]"
Ah, now we're getting somewhere.
Again, he might be right.
Yes, he just might be.
You see, my interests are liberty, justice, and equality for all.
I want a poor black woman to have the same exact rights, respect, and opportunity as a rich white man.
I want the hungry to have enough to eat.
I want the sick and infirm to have medical care. I want the hale and healthy to have it too.
I want the homeless to have shelter and comfort.
I want the wealthy to pay their fair share.
I want the working stiff to have a living wage, good benefits, a safe and modern workplace, an expectation of a decent and timely retirement, and a say in how things are done.
I want every student to have a comprehensive quality education in a safe and violence-free environment and the realistic chance at higher education without a lifetime of crushing debt.
I want corporations to share equally in the risks they force onto the public, and I want the public to share in the vast profits businesses reap from the exploitation of public assets, land, and resources.
I want a nation that holds the peacemaker in higher regard than the warrior and employs the reasoned skills of the diplomat before the violent physicality of the soldier.
I want a society that tears down statues of generals and raises up instead monuments to the teacher, the artist, the engineer, the healer, the bridge builder, the homemaker, the mechanic, and the garbage man -- those everyday invisible unknown heroes who keep the wheels of civilization turning.
And most of all -- most of all -- I want a government that is accountable to its citizens and I want rational citizens educated, willing, and determined to hold that government to account every single day without regard to political party or ideology.
What I really want is a better nation, a better world, dedicated to a better future for all and not just a privileged few.
THOSE are my interests.
So, yes indeed, if you stand against those interests, if you're one of those selfish sons of bitches who get "screwed" under a new administration that seeks to make those interests a reality? Why, yes, then I'll gleefully mock your impotent fury every single day without pause.
Just as I mock the failure of Confederates, the Klan, Nazis, racists, bigots, sexists, and florid toothless little haters just like my critic.
"Nothing worse than a piece of shit who believes his own interests make him righteous enough to justify his bullying."
Though I have no proof -- because as previously noted, he left off the introductory paragraph that would have explained the impetus of his complaint -- I strongly suspect this is in response to something I said the day before. To wit:
(A commenter complained that I wasn't showing the proper respect to recently deceased Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg and that I shouldn't make her death into a political statement because that makes those liberals and progressives who didn't vote, or who threw their votes away, feel guilty)
I respected Justice Ginsburg just fine.
It's people like you, you miserable son of bitch, that I have no respect for. People like you who put the burden of your duty on an 87-year-old cancer patient so that you could have the luxury of throwing your vote away, of not showing up, of using your precious franchise for some idiotic protest, instead of doing your goddamned duty like a citizen. You screwed us all. You fucked over the most vulnerable members of our society solely so that you, you smug asshole, could pretend you have principles. You fucked not only us, but generations.Now? Now you can own it. This is on you and nobody else. You don't deserve the Republic.So, don't you dare come at me, you fucking ghoul, and demand respect. Because I'm fresh out.
Perhaps. But these are harsh times we live in. Sugar-coating it and coddling those who steadfastly refuse to do their civic duty doesn't seem to be working.
And to be honest? These people piss me off. Here we are on the very brink of fascism if not already over the edge, on the very verge of losing everything these perverse sons of bitches claim they care about, and they still won't accept responsibility for their own actions.
So, yeah, I'm a little harsh.
If you see my comment as bullying, well, that's just too goddamn bad.
No one is making you read my comments or hang around my social media feeds. I don't seek you out. You came to me, to boast about how you refuse to do your civic duty. So, if you don't like what I have to say or how I go about saying it, shove off. If you don't, that's on you. I'm not going to pull my punches for a bunch of shitty self-involved little snots who can't be bothered to show up.
OR for a bunch of wannabe fascists.
Because frankly, at this point, there's not a lot of daylight between the two.
If you think that's bullying, well, then you should perhaps have a talk with your president -- and he is your president and make no mistake, but we'll come back to that. Your president who daily uses the most powerful platform in the world to bully his political enemies, the weak and helpless, the crippled, the hungry, the tired, the homeless, and the soldier alike, all of those people you claim that you care about -- just not enough to actually show up and pull the handle for better leaders. And then he goes golfing.
Perhaps you should look to those of your persuasion who march on the capitol with their guns and their bibles and threaten to visit violent murder upon their neighbors.
Perhaps you should see to those who would kneel on a black man's throat while those like you righteously cheer on that oppression in the name of "law and order."
And while you're at it, have a talk with your miserable small capricious god about how his shitty followers, people like you, think they have the right to tell a woman what she can and cannot do with her own body, who think they have the right tell others who they can love, who they can marry, and what they can do in the privacy of their own homes. So long as we're accusing others of being self-righteous and all, I mean.
And perhaps instead of sending hate mail and threats to others on the internet, perhaps you should spend a few minutes looking into the mirror and ask yourself who the real bully is.
You're a not a Trump supporter?
Oh, I see, you're a Democratic Socialist, are you? With your little rose and your framed picture of a sparkling unicorn. Yes, I see.
And you stayed home, right?
A lot of your fellows, they went to the polls and they voted for a candidate they didn't particularly like. But not you. You stayed home. You threw your vote away.
You know what?
Those who stood silent while the Nazis herded Jews into the gas chambers may not have been card-carrying fascists themselves, but they might just as well have been.
And that's you.
You refused to make the adult choice, and so it was made for you, by those you claim to despise the most.
You're not a hero.
You're not righteous.
You're just another complicit stooge.
"People like you, wretched, entitled, boomer filth, is the reason 50% of the country didn't vote in 2016 and will sit out 2020."And now we're down to it, aren't we?
The bitter crux of the matter, yes.
Somebody was mean to you on the internet and so you stayed home and pouted with your little bottom lip stuck out. The Nazis are marching in the streets of your nation, and there's you, sitting on the bed, arms crossed, holding your breath until you turn red.
Your candidate wasn't the nominee.
You didn't get what you want.
So you stayed home in petulant fury.
Boy, you sure showed us.
But here's the curious thing about your rage: According to you, I'm a horrible, self-righteous cowardly prick, right? "Wretched entitled Boomer filth," that's what you think of me, those are your words.
And yet -- and yet -- that's who you expect to do your job.
That's what you're saying here, isn't it?
Cowardly wretched entitled Boomer filth that I am, and yet I showed up.
I show up every time.
Where the fuck were you?
You don't show up.
By your own account: YOU. DON'T. SHOW. UP.
And you wonder why the world never goes in the direction you want?
Those like you don't show up, because those like you never do.
It's got nothing to do with the candidates.
It's got nothing to do with the choices.
It's got nothing to do with the system.
And it's for goddamn sure got nothing to do with me.
You don't show up because that's just who you are.
And this bluster and outrage? It's just an excuse.
Because that's all you've got, excuses. That's what defines you. Excuses. Not showing up. You can write hate mail, you can rage on the internet all goddamn day, but you just can't find the time to go vote. Instead, you expect somebody else to fix the world.
Somebody like me. A person you despise.
Because you're a child, that's why.
You're a child.
You want to talk about entitled? You expect everybody else to do the grunt work of democracy for you -- like your mom picking up your dirty laundry scattered all over your room and washing it for you and putting it away in the drawer all neatly folded and smelling of fabric softener.
You throw a tantrum when the world gives you choices you don't like, when you have to work for what you want instead of having it handed to you.
So you sit home and pout and blame everybody else.
Hell, you can't even be bothered to do the bare minimum as a citizen. Instead you dress yourself up in some imaginary "Resistance" like a kid playing at Star Wars and pretend you're actually doing something by sending hate mail to random strangers on the internet.
Because you're a fucking child.
You're an immature little turd whose life will never amount to a goddamned thing, nothing but daydreams and outrage and endless excuses. Your mom will be picking up after you your whole damn life. Your entire worldview is that of a child. Your politics are those of a spoiled little brat. You call me a coward, but you expect an 87-year-old woman with metastatic terminal cancer to do the heavy lifting for you and you can't even put forth the bare minimum effort of showing up to vote -- and then you announce that dereliction of duty as if it's some sort of accomplishment.
You seem to think nonperformance is a statement.
And it is.
But your petulant impotence is very likely not the message you think it is or much of a reflection on the generation you claim to speak for.
You, you fucking child, you're why the world is what it is.
Yes, others and other generations fell down on the job too. But that doesn't excuse you, because you could look to their pitiful examples see the cost of your cowardice. You saw that and still you elected this cretin, and it hardly matters if it was with right wing MAGA hat wearing malice aforethought or out of some pot smoke scented far-Left indolent spite.
You want a better world, but you won't do even the minimum work necessary to make it so.
You claim to care about others, but you'll sacrifice the most vulnerable if you don't get what you want. Burn it all down, you shout. You're not a patriot, you're just another goddamned arsonist. You blame others, play the victim, and watch from the bed while your mom picks up your dirty clothes.
And because of that, that's all you'll ever be: a victim of your own failure and selfishness.
Your threat to stay home isn't much of an ultimatum. Go on, stay home. Leave the world to those you despise. That'll show us.
We'll be out there, holding back the fall of night, without you. Same as we always do.
“With President Trump, however, the masculine archetype seems to have regressed. Trump is less the strict father than the petulant child: a boyish figure who rejects advice, shirks discipline and refuses to be beholden to behavioral norms. He is rarely even seen as the patriarch of his own family; as Melania Trump said after he was caught boasting about assaults on tape, “Sometimes I say I have two boys at home.” ―
“Trump taught us how easily seemingly serious people can become profoundly idiotic. He turned career politicians into circus freaks.” ―