I have never entitled myself to the respect or trust of others. Whether to or from they must be earned or they lose all meaning on a good night, on a bad they result in self-obliteration. How dare I not pursue the goals of others, especially on their behalf. I belong among the homeless for they can never stop moving free from the measurable insanity of hope or faith, whereas the housed too often maintain a tendency for leisure while griping about hope and faith never delivering unto them enough. Nothing is of less importance than giving time or space to self-serving people. Nobody’s esteem is anyone’s responsibility, and for yours to be yours only shows how childish is the popular concept of wanting a pat on the back for self-servitude. Maybe if you could physically eat your genitals, but even then you hardly had anything to do with that.
Which in its totality is Trump’s approach to life, when all of history, recorded and especially non-, is the conveyance that heroism meets with suffering, not privilege. This is why most people are by leaps and bounds more prone to selfishness than to self-sacrifice, presuming they deserve a life free of pain when no such thing exists. The more one evades it, the more others must feel it and yet the persons most uplifted are always the least willing to go without anything for fear of the dreaded mild inconvenience. There is no escape from this hell but we encourage ourselves to forget our sins and pardon our crimes like we deserve anything better than a chance.
If one sacrifices predominately or exclusively for themselves, they are not sharing in or contributing to anything greater than their own measly ego. The alternatives are to sacrifice for whatever whichever vaster ego to lay claim over them wants, or sacrifice for those whose basic needs go unmet, generally down to others having their way or having their fun. Only one of these three measures is free from nurturing of problems for others or for ourselves. But there is no life without sacrifice, and any voice calling for the sacrifice of others must lead the rest of their natural lifespan crippled, or the harms they inflict grow no differently than venereal diseases.
Considering what gets enabled, what goes empowered and enriched, someone who robs an insured business to get food into the bellies of their kids does far less harm to the world around them, than what is allowed by someone finding time for a 20-hour gaming session or space for the accumulation of a roomful of toys. It’s acceptable to guide someone away from dating a known serial rapist for example, so they might avoid what comes of it, but if you actively seek out employment for a company known to have destroyed lives, you are indeed welcoming what comes of it into your world but heaven forbid anyone say so aloud. So each and every talent to work for the big American comics publishers, knowing how butt-fucked Jack Kirby was, is in open denial about being less special, while directly helping to grow that which continues the ass-rape. You know what’s cooler than selling or burning your Tesla? Never fucking purchasing one in the first place. As with purportedly leftist activists of social media promoting while overlooking their own digital storefronts for awesome swag, still leeching and pillaging the respect and trust of others even if idiots walk themselves right into it, if only they could steal a dictionary.
But this is a society where supposedly grown men can make public arguments about how evil it inherently must be that children’s cartoons are not being packaged for them instead. Where Christian conservatives regard virtues as immediate threats to their very lives rather than the basis for their own dogma. Where agnostics preach that everyone is special and should be loved except for the living though unwanted embryos unfortunately developing inside the womb of ladies who’d rather hide their own bad decisions behind victims of circumstances actually beyond their own control. And where the slightly less than half of the total population to regularly vote relentlessly insists that horrible events in their lives could never possibly be due to their own team ever being incompetent or complicit or far more commonly both.
As lazy as westerners are to the bones, they excel at digging their own holes, and they are so upset over their widespread inability to pack the world of their dreams inside, despite that being the only thing warranting an early grave. How woke are all the things not catering to their own. Myself, I am clearly not enabling or empowering or enriching my life, those with less than me are forever more deserving and although I’ve nothing left to offer, the more folks than not with greater resource than mine own get so peeved I won’t hand it over. What gets your adulation, your gratitude, had better be someone with lesser time or space than yourself or you only add to the burden those around you must carry. To even suggest otherwise is to reveal which fantasist marketing detained you from this pesky old universe full of reality.