The good kind. The FUN kind. The kind where I get to defend my beliefs.
The kind just like this :
And let me tell you, I am in my element as I take these “liberals'” outrageous bigotry and throw it in their face.
Aren’t we supposed to be better than that? Isn’t unrelenting, irrational, immoral hate based on a stereotype of people you think are “all the same” supposedly their thing?
Aren’t we the nice ones?
And the thing is, my position is unassailable. Liberalism is rooted in humanism and humanism clearly states that we are all human and vulnerable and weak and fallible and that none of the superficial group-think bullshit we invent to divide us from them really matters because we are all, in the end, only human.
Certainly nothing as petty and ephemeral as politics should keep us from seeing the humanity even in those unlike us.
Humanism states that we are all far more alike than different and that is true scientifically, morally, psychologically, and physically.
Go ahead, try, as a liberal, to argue that Trump voters are somehow less than human, or that they don’t have the same rights as you, or that “they are all the same”.
And I will always stand up for greater compassion and true humanity and real understanding between people, no matter the consequences. I can do no less. What I believe comes from the very heart of my being and that means that I have to act on them or die inside.
And I prefer to avoid that.
So as I prick people’s consciences and challenge their preconceived notions and get them to think about and examine their biases and prejudices, I am, naturally, having the time of my life.
This is what us trickster types live for.
It’s simple : view Trumpeters with the same sympathy and compassion you think they should show you.
The moral mirror never lies. And it is impossible to argue that someone should treat you better than how you treat them.
Our basic moral programming rejects that idea outright.
The trickster’s job, ultimately, is to wake people up and make them think. People are, of course, rarely grateful for that. They prefer to remain in the daze of routine, where every day is just like all the others and nothing they do really matters to them.
Actually, I take that back. That’s too harsh and judgmental.
How inhuman of me.
See, I don’t claim to be immune to those temptations.
And now for something completely different : learn to speak fox!
Turns out we foxies make all kinds of sounds, many of them hard on the ears. I’ve been pondering adding some of them to Fruvous’ repertoire but ehh.
Might not be all that cute or charming, to be honest.
Today’s been pretty decent. Had therapy at 1 pm today instead of yesterday.
That was mildly novel. My therapist travels back and forth to Calgary a lot so sometimes our therapy times get shifted around.
Speaking of which, did Wound Care at 3 pm today, which was very novel. Usually we have it in the morning.
Except apparently, according to them, the appointment was at 3:15 pm. That’s not what it said on our printed schedule.
They gotta stop doing that shit with us.
After that, we stopped at McD’s so I could get a cone to celebrate the first day of 2025 where I could go outside without a coat.
I was the tiniest bit cold here and there but I don’t care. I always love finally being able to go out coatless after winter. It always feels so freeing, and not needing protection from the cold makes the world seem so much friendlier.
Then we came home, I finished editing today’s video, ordered my grocers, managed to keep the bill under $70, and now I am going to finish blogging so I can flop.
All in all, a pretty full day.
Beats spinning my wheels playing video games, that’s for sure!
More after the break.
Very important science
This study really unlocks the secrets of the universe :
I saw something about this study a very long time ago and it blew my mind because it starkly reveals a hell of a lot about the sad state of the world.
And that was way before our current era of oligarchy!
Wealth is a terrible influence. It makes people objectively worse human beings. And it absolutely does not matter how the wealth was acquired.
It spoils the self made millionaire, the trust fund baby, and the lotto winner alike.
I bet that if you surveyed lottery winners one year after their win and asked them how they got to be so rich, they’d be sort of fuzzy on the details.
For sure they would not say, “Pure dumb luck”.
And it’s not hard to see why. We humans are born with an urge to seek status. Wealth gives us that status. With that kind of prize, is it any wonder that people kind of forget how they got the money and start to feel like their new high status lifestyle reflects something intrinsic about themselves and not just a number with their name attached.
And this sense of inflated status is what really brings out the ugly side of people, especially because it is coupled with the infantilizing influence of living in a world where everybody is there specifically to make and keep you happy.
So people devolve into emotional infancy. They become selfish, rude, short-tempered, demanding, and callous.
They are now high status toddlers, and so we have the perfect recipe for creating people uniquely unsuited to wield the enormous power they now have.
The only solution I can see is a wealth cap. Above, say, 250 million dollars, wealth is taxed at 99.9 percent and if people don’t like that, tough.
Trust me, Joe Six-Pack, it ain’t ever gonna be a problem for you.
At the same time, strong measures to limit the power of wealth need to be implemented. Most people have no problem with the rich living lives of opulence, decades, glamour, and excess. More power to them, really.
It’s when the money gives them power over the government that we have a problem.
I’ll talk to you nice people again tomorrow.