"We're on the mend
For quick, concise proof that the entirety of the human species deserves to be tortured to death, play League of Legends. There is a role officially labelled support. I'm pretty much the only one actually supporting others. To the rest, it's just another opportunity to hide behind your teammates waiting for them to die so you can pick off an occasional weakened enemy. But more than that, watch the dickless little bitches constantly panic and run from teamfights for fear of being the one sacrifice that wins the fight for the rest of their team, hell, go into any team game and watch every single other player try to game the system to pad his personal score... and watch companies gleefully encourage this griefing at every step. LoL changed its rules a while back to only let you advance your characters by getting high grades during matches. Great. Except it's blatantly obvious that the two biggest criteria for this are death count and outscoring your own teammates (to prove who "carried" the team). The more your allies die, the more you profit. The less you help, the more you sabotage, the more the authorities reward you. If that's not apropos of current politics, I don't know what is.
Where to begin?
We've got your soul in vises
The brave the bold the righteous"
Kidneythieves - Fist Up
The first grade under a B I ever got in school was back in 8th grade writing&composition and it wasn't a C, it was a D. If you think it's because I was an immigrant still learning English, think again. I was already sitting pretty in the 99th testing percentile and convinced I still wasn't good enough.* No, it was a group project. Four of us. Me plus a wise-cracking little girl from Indochina. Plus I forget the third. Plus one piece of degenerate all-American slum trash that could barely sound out words at a second-grade reading level. Guess which one turned up having done zero work on the last day. It could've turned out alright still, since work had been assigned officially and the teacher knew who did what, and most of our grade depended on our individual contributions... until she took us aside and started telling us how much fairer it would be to split all the points for the project four ways evenly, worked us over until we nodded along and accepted sacrificing ourselves for the undeserving troglodytic waste of oxygen that had already harmed us. That was in about '95. Compound it with thirty years' worth of both religious revival and social "justice" insanity and I honestly cannot imagine what kind of education any child's getting. All of modern society has degraded into nothing but an incubator for subhuman cretins.
Idaknow, maybe it was better in the caveman days. Maybe Grog 'n Grug could discern superior minds better than my retarded cunt of an 8th-grade teacher.
"Unhappy is the land that needs a hero."**
Yes, it's nice you decided to recognize decision-making as more valuable to leadership than a rich daddy or the biggest thug around... but how much damn leadership should you need in the first place to figure exploding mountain = GTFO? Come on, Grog, you're embarrassing yourself.
Whom doth noblesse oblige in a democracy?
Do you remember, growing up, how your parents would ease off doing things for you? First you get to hold your own spoon while eating, then you're allowed to cross the street, walk home from school by yourself, get some pocket change, a cellphone, stay out after dark, have a boy/girl in your room without chaperone, start driving, etc.? Every such step is predicated on the assumption that you're growing-the-fuck-up and can be trusted to make weightier decisions responsibly. The same principle can stretch to societies.
"This collection of papers was not a story, not an essay, not a
confession, not a diary. It was--nothing definable. It went into no
conceivable covers. It was just, White decided, a proliferation. A vast
proliferation. It wanted even a title. There were signs that Benham had
intended to call it THE ARISTOCRATIC LIFE, and that he had tried at some
other time the title of AN ESSAY ON ARISTOCRACY. Moreover, it would
seem that towards the end he had been disposed to drop the word
"aristocratic" altogether, and adopt some such phrase as THE LARGER
LIFE. Once it was LIFE SET FREE. He had fallen away more and more from
nearly everything that one associates with aristocracy--at the end only
its ideals of fearlessnes and generosity remained."
H.G. Wells - The Research Magnificent
In ye olden days the only ones considered responsible (albeit unreliably) were the scant few princes, dukes and barons owning everything and keeping it running in their own interest. Nobody expected anything good of a common "villein" and it took millennia for control of society to gradually expand toward lesser nobles, landed gentry, the bourgeoisie and finally common men in the 19th century. (At which point women demanded overt political power too and got it in just two generations, but let's not dig into that disparity for the moment.) By his time Wells' magnificent researcher was weighing the death of aristocracy*** against the death of aristocratic quality.
Back around 2010, Bill Maher joked about the need for an extremist left-wing movement to match the MAGA crowd's precursors, the Tea Party, to be used as leverage making more moderate leftists look like a safer alternative. And we got it. Holy hell did we ever get overdosed on politically correct insanity in the 2010s! And he was wrong. It did not act as an umbrella for saner choices. All it did was feed the reactionary, theocratic, authoritarian backlash. Now he's half-joking for the Democratic party to prop up some everyday schlub who can relate to the idiot masses as an alternative to Trump's populism. And he's wrong. Forty years of imbecile populism is what already sat our asses onto this greased slide into societal collapse. Wokeism has championed nothing but the shallowest crass populist rhetoric, powermongering on the pretext of powerlessness, and its abject failure proves the other side will always do it better. The lowest common denominator embodiment of the people will always be the most ignorant possible superstitious backbirth hicks.
Stop whining about bad presidents. The elected is a product of the electorate. You're asking for a finer-crafted puppet, a glossier figurehead, presupposing some appreciable proportion of legitimate, intelligent communal will backing it, a public hand to work the puppet. Y'ain't got that! You've got a bunch of cavemen waiting in confusion for a hero to tell them to run away from an erupting volcano.
Trump is not an aberration. His dishonesty, greed, ignorance, narcissism, vandalism all reflect the audience which made him a game show superstar when he was just as crass, abusive, egotistical and infantile as he is now, and all your latte-sippin' urbanites cheered on a champion of anti-intellectualism for a decade alongside the hillbillies, all the suburban middle-class housewives creamed their panties at his he-man act firing others because he's rich. The current state of affairs is a cumulation of every scam and lie and petty power-grab that hundreds of millions of voters perpetrate on each other every day.
He's you. All of you. Every time you cheated on an exam, ducked out of work early letting your coworkers finish your share, brown-nosed for a promotion, shouted down someone making a more reasoned argument than you, every time you cut in line or drove on the shoulder, dumbed down the curriculum or defended your friend when in the wrong, took a bribe, gave a bribe, cheered your favorite sports team even though you know they're all on steroids, spouted lines like "all's fair in love and war" or "second place is another word for loser" or claimed the right to lie, cheat and steal 'cuz your lot's harder than everyone else's, you created a robber baron government, and any populist figure will be produced by the same alchemy.
"for one person to put on a cap and bells, or to go about dishonest or
paltry ways of getting rich that he may spend a vast sum of money in
having more finery than his neighbors, he must be pretty sure of a crowd
who will applaud him." - George Eliot, 1868
Let's not pretend you're constrained to such vice, either. You're not stealing a loaf of bread to feed your starving family. The simple fact that it is impossible to play any game, from cards and dice to online twitchfests to FIFA and the Olympics, without constant and tacitly accepted cheating and sabotage, demonstrates you're not brave, bold and righteous. You're living the world you've made, apes playing with your own shit. So don't act surprised when it's thrown in your face.
You didn't need populist leadership but an elite electorate. Democracy could only ever have worked if the public had raised itself to expectations of nobility which the old nobility itself failed to uphold, not dragged high-mindedness down to the gutter. It has now failed. Not because you're being held down but because you drag your betters down for sheer unthinking animal competitive instinct, and have been doing so for generations.
What in this undifferentiated simian cesspit should inspire any better mind to action? Stop imagining you'll somehow rally and save the world from itself. There remains no-one worth working with. No plucky rebel alliance. No Terminus on the fringes of the empire. There is nothing to strive for and nothing to live for. Nothing remains worth preserving. Only dissolution. The subhuman vermin have won. Hell, I'm doing more than I should bother: a vast proliferation.
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* Yes, yes, I'm well aware that I really am not good enough, that I'm a worthless waste of oxygen, thanks for pointing that out, screw you too, internet.
** Technically the original line uses "unglucklich" unlucky or unfortunate - call it a sadsack land, whatever, it works idiomatically.
*** Wells followed a similar theme in The World Set Free, gently blurbed in that later paragraph from above.
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