Alex Kierkegaard is the most important philosopher of our day. He is the inevitable follow up to Nietzsche and I highly recommend his ever growing collection of aphorisms over at Orgy of the Will. The other half of the coin of this site is for self improvement. Sometimes what he has to say may seem harsh or hard to swallow, and you probably won’t agree with everything he has to say (but when has anyone ever agreed to everything someone has said?), but all great philosophy has that edge to it. And for this Sunday I offer up one of his aphorisms:
820. Contemporary guilt-tripping has spiraled completely out of control, and what’s mind-boggling is that it’s only bound to worsen, even though one can hardly imagine what more there is to pity that we are not already hysterically exhorted to pity on a daily basis. I am supposed to feel sorry for the poor, the sick, the disabled, and even the dead, who can’t even feel anything any more. I should simultaneously pity the Jews for being slaughtered in the “Holocaust”, and the Palestinians whom the Jews are slaughtering today because of their troubled childhoods in German hands. I am expected to empathize with the blacks in Africa for living in shitholes, and the blacks in the West for being discriminated against. I should feel sorry for the Indians and the Chinese for living in disgustingly polluted environments and working for wretchedly low wages. My feelings must simultaneously “go out” to victims of terrorist outrages, and to the terrorists themselves who were pushed into these suicidal acts by fanatical clerics and traumatic formative experiences at the hands of “imperialist” American drone operators, all the while pitying the clerics themselves for being brainwashed by hypocritical religious founders that lived centuries ago, and of course the poor Americans who are off fighting and dying in the wars of the rich while seeing their own standards of living eroding year after year. And when the terrorists blow up entire towers full of rich people, I must of course pity the rich people too. I have to pity every single animal species ever: from whales and sharks, all the way down to rodents doused in shampoo and made to dance for views on YouTube, and back up again to mammoths killed off in ice ages and dinosaurs “humanized” in Hollywood movies. Then there’s the sad captive pandas in zoos that can’t have sex, the tiny aquatic micro-organisms choking on microplastics at the bottom of oceanic abysses, and the polar bears starving to death after having eaten all the remaining seals and penguins in the polar caps. And of course there’s the poor guys hated on because they like butt-sex, or the other poor guys who are so confused they don’t even know what kind of sex they like, then the peeps who don’t like sex at all, and those who are clinically addicted to it, and on and on it goes. Then there’s the short, the ugly, and the stupid, the autists who aren’t really sick, just special, the old who are infirm and helpless because they’ve lived a hundred fucking years, and finally the comfortable who’ve achieved the American dream but are depressed because they struggle to find meaning in all this “meaninglessness”. The latest fad in the pity hysteria is the one involving millionaire actresses that I am supposed to pity because they had sex with ageing producers to kickstart their careers. If male actors could ensure illustrious careers by merely banging an old woman for 40 minutes, the streets of Hollywood and Manhattan outside production offices would be lined with dudes with boner pills in their pockets, bitches! But the absolute rock-bottom in this direction was reached when the lowest orders in the straight white male hierarchy (it’s called the “manosphere” lol, as if there’s anything manly at all about whining) decided to jump on the victim bandwagon themselves and started whingeing about being divorce-raped out of their families and affirmative-actioned out of universities and workplaces, while seeing their countries bankrupted by millions of poor migrants (that we are also of course supposed to pity) leeching off their social systems’ lavish benefits. And if you think it can’t get worse, just wait until we get in touch with aliens! Yes, the subhumans will go that far: after all, why stop at suffering homo sapiens, or even merely terrestrial life, when there’s an entire UNIVERSE full of weak and declining lifeforms to pity? In fact we’ve already done worse than this, for what good Christian hasn’t been told to pity a god for suffering on a cross somewhere in a desert a few thousand years ago?
Pity for GOD: that’s how far the raging faculty of empathy will go when allowed to spiral completely out of whack.
But let me assure you, dear subhumans, that I, at least, have no need, and certainly no desire for your pity, as I sit back, crack open my popcorn, and enjoy observing the intractable forces that my predecessors and I have unleashed (it’s called intelligence), slowly, but surely and inevitably, flatten your entire world.
Never ever, ever, ever seek pity. And doling out pity and guilting ourselves for every problem of every peoples ever will inevitably destroy us (and probably by extension them too) if we allow it to be our first and only objective. The victim mindset is ultimately debilitating and defeatist. I may point out a lot of the problems our society is facing, but they are pointed out so that we can adapt and improve to fix them. Not to harp on them, or bitch and moan incessantly. Always look inward for strength and resolve to overcome these obstacles. And on a personal note for each and every one of us, it is far more empowering to take responsibility for our own lot in life than to constantly blame others for where we are.