That's probably the best answer I've heard so far.
If they weren't causing so much damn damage you could almost feel sorry for the fools.
So desperately wanting to belong, so desperately wanting to believe in themselves, without having earned the right of true pride.
The kind of pride you earn from self accomplishments and learned abilities and skills from doing, working, building, striving to be the best you can be.
The kind of achievement far removed from animalistic desires of sexuality or sexual anatomy, the lowest common denominator of life's most simplest form.
These things are nothing,
they know nothing,
they have accomplish nothing,
they offer nothing...
And yet they demand we celebrate their nothingness...
That's probably the best answer I've heard so far.
If they weren't causing so much damn damage you could almost feel sorry for the fools.
So desperately wanting to belong, so desperately wanting to believe in themselves, without having earned the right of true pride.
The kind of pride you earn from self accomplishments and learned abilities and skills from doing, working, building, striving to be the best you can be.
The kind of achievement far removed from animalistic desires of sexuality or sexual anatomy, the lowest common denominator of life's most simplest form.
These things are nothing,
they know nothing,
they have accomplish nothing,
they offer nothing...
And yet they demand we celebrate their nothingness...
Pitiful, Pathetic, Miserable, Wretched, Fools.
Well said.
And... "they demand we celebrate their nothingness..." That's a great book title. I look forward to reading it after you write it : )