Whilst we may each admittedly temporarily fit into a part of the evil (im)personality prolife described below, nonetheless, most of us make every consciousness effort to counterbalance such heinous habits or mischievous acts with far more righteous thoughts, words and deeds. That said however, be it as a nuisance in our family, or as a pest in the community, network or workplace, or that anomalous lewd lad, at local, national and global levels we encounter one or more of these pariahs who unabashedly fit the entire evil profile.
A person might then ask, “Why do the majority of decent hard-working people painfully bear such self-declared narcissists and self-absorbed megalomaniacs or abhorrently reprehensible beasts and only dodge them or simply don’t do a darn thing about squishing them against the wall like a Gath fly to safeguard humanity?” Yes, indeed E Pluribus Unum, i.e., United we rise and eradiate them, or else, divided we fall and scatter. The only way to eliminate it is to go after all its heads in one blast! Well, here are just a few ideas towards providing an answer to such a question.
The monster is a self-absorbed multiheaded dragon who in his conniving mind incredulously believes he is magnanimous! He lacks certain qualities which come naturally to others or that others perpetually esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honor, no substantive nor sustained accomplishments, and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which most his contemporaneous citizens, especially in an academic or societal realm, generously aspire to or are blessed with.
In another monster’s ever cowardly mind, although once an army private draftee in a foreign land that does not deter him from now portraying himself as a four star general who was wrongly been expelled from military. Hence, he resorts to twisting the truth for his own ulterior motives, in order to quench his never ending thirst for egotistical cacameimy . In so doing, he desperately disguises his myriad shortcomings, inefficiencies and illegal acts through hypocrisy and defamation of others while transposing his failures onto others, especially onto the more vulnerable. And after he inflicts an apocalypse onto innocent people, he reemerges shedding crocodile tears, like a foster mother more loving than a birth mother, and offers a helping hand. Simply put, it is as if the arsonist sets ablaze your house and then reappears a bit later with his trickling hose to put it out, just to be declared a national hero?! Pathetically absurd and ludicrously bizarre, is he NOT?!
So, for us ordinary people, the stark contrast does rather throw the monster’s intrinsic and acquired limitations into embarrassingly sharp “comic tragedy” reliefs. After all, we by our human nature do like a laugh here and there but not to the verge of sobbing and shivering more intensely along with it, do we?! And while he may be laughable just for a quantum flash, he has never once said anything wry, truthful, factual, witty or even faintly amusing; he has never contributed to anything substantive in his career, in the community or in his own pathetic life. Not once, ever, never. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the scholastic sensibility, as for us, to lack humor, modesty and self-deprecation is almost inhuman in and of itself.
But with him, it’s as if his bogus claims are fact and not humorous rumors! He doesn’t even seem to understand what “a platonic joke” means- his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of militaristic cruelty, or a capricious misact, just to bring down someone or some group, especially to let down the more productive peers in comparison to whom he feels inferior.
And thence, he is more of a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs but smirks; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks and acts them cruelly. His mind is a simple repugnant bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance, depth, or even meager breadth. It’s all a faÃ§ade of masquerade and charade of his shadowy shallow surface. However, rest assured that if out of human decency and self-salvaging dignity, you give him an inch, he will grab a marathon while now and then turning back abruptly just to punch you down by shattering a catastrophic Thermopile curse of Biblical proportions onto you and your like-minded peers.
Dodging it all, some on the sidelines bemused might envisage this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul, and no empathy’ A null set at best but in reality more of a hollow drum filled with hot repugnant flatulence.
And even in the flamboyantly eccentric higher education realms, we the peers resolutely side with David! not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist, Thomas Jefferson or Thomas Paine.
The monster on the other hand, is neither plucky nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that but he has stolen all that from those he intimidates, by bullying tactics, and defamatory remarks and endless innuendoes and fake sound bites. And to add insult to injury, he boasts about his concubines and wives, to his younger one he throws a job.
He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy but acts it, or even a greedy Persian fat-cat but drives around as if he were Spartacus on his high Thracian horse. And he is shooting imaginary cannon shells from his WWII chieftain Tank! For him, to give lip service to a liberal left-wing ideology while resorting to right wing anarchistic fascism and infusing chaos is his modus operandi of the third order.
He’s more a fat hominid slug – A Jabba the Hutt of privilege and self-entitlement.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things inflicted against Humanity: a most ignorant and dangerous bully! That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a sniveling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff, the Queensberry rules of basic decency, and he breaks them all. He punches downwards military style, which a gentleman should, would, could never do, and with every blow, he aims below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or the voiceless and he kicks them when they are down, unless they declare utter subservience and loyalty to him and become his lackeys.
So the fact that a significant minority amongst his peers- perhaps one-tenth- pay attention to what he does, or simply listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy,’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to most others, given that:
• Most peers are supposed to be nicer than us, and in fact mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays peers and many other people too; his faults though, seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single twit, email, communique, or hear him pontificate a sentence or two, without staring deep into the deceitful abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of gulls and porky hog wash, or acting as the self-anointed cherub King reigning from a descending inferno onto the ascending paradise. His faults are fractal geometry of the lowest order: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. And in times of feeling exposed, regardless of how much lipstick one puts on, a pig remains a pig.
While his own cookie jar is all but empty, the beast along with his linchpins and lackeys continue monstrously to steal from other jars, so as to self-glorify their luxurious lifestyles and pseudo-statures. Frightened that after his death, he will rapidly descend into the rubbish bin of oblivion or at best rest in his shrine of cesspool, he grabs a public monument when still alive to force his grotesque name onto it and calls it his future Mausoleum!
And if his futile presence is not to be deemed the ultimate injustice and the prelude to Armageddon and rapture (i.e., post the Day of Reckoning when the Messiah descends again to earth to establish the just kingdom of God) what else?!
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look super smart!
Take the latest in massacre incidents against two gatherings of worshipers in New Zealand, preceded by similar massacres in Sandy Hook, Norway, Baluchistan (Iran), such incidents have essentially superseded another equally abhorrent terrorist network: the despicable ISIS.
However, the stark contrast is that the heinous act of terrorism in New Zealand, resulting in 50 slain, dozens more injured, millions horrified and thousands once again involuntarily displaced, has been nurtured and in effect perpetrated by the one currently occupying the most important “throne” worldwide.
Never apologizing for being wrong, and after he has in essence instigated such incidents, he cannot justify his twisted and divisive ulterior motives, and so pins them onto others.
As inspired by the famous quote from Thomas Jefferson, the tree of liberty and justice needs to irrigated not only by the blood of the tyrants, but also by the tears and sweat and even the blood of the martyrs; it is the ever vigilant guardians who uphold perpetually the flags of freedom over tyranny and injustice, and transparency and accountability over chaos and cronyism, as well as meritocracy over mediocrity, kleptocracy, theocracy or even predatory capitalism. As charity or altruism begins at home, this is the only way forward to deter the little monsters of today from becoming the huge monsters of tomorrow.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a multi-headed monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make him.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would tear out a big clump of Einsteinian hair and scream in anguish:
“My God’ what’ have’ I’ created?”
Freeman Ure PhD. The author, a humanist, was born and raised in Iran to a multicultural, multilingual, multiethnic and multi religious family. He has gained US naturalization since his legal arrival in the 70s and served as a university professor.
Note. The above prose is in part adopted from, and inspired by a recent critique N. White. Whereas an avid reader may perceive self or others as the main character of the above tale, the intent is not necessarily to point fingers at one specific person per se.
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