Pretty Proud of themselves, they never cease to explain away their illness.
Reality’s Sad Shift to the Left
Social constructs in themselves edge into personal liberties, but the lingering effect of being able to “block” an undesirable advertisement or, more commonly, literally “silencing” a person (whom you have never met in person) and throwing them in the trash can has become a negative influence on our grasp of reality.
Even worse is the self-empowerment which this “medium” gives all of us — including me.
We can take a mental “swipe” at somebody without fear of retribution.
This has produced the “Social Justice Warrior” attitude and has let it morph into a justified classification of civility or “normal behavior.” Rosa Parks may have held onto her seat but she did not flaunt it nor did she attempt to convince the masses around her that she was justified in her defiance. She simply sat and allowed both the driver and the observers (in themselves SJW’s) to arrive at their own conclusions. The unjust laws in Montgomery, Alabama were exposed.
Zeitgeist. There was no internet when that bus driver hailed the authorities. There was no opportunity for sympathizers to collect and show solidarity from the comfort of their bedroom wearing bunny slippers and sipping on an unhealthy beverage and passing gas in reckless abandon.
The concept of “victim mentality” was once again the brilliant idea of “social justice” made by The International Review of the Red Cross and was emblazoned by The University of Cambridge Press in 2009. Not really an original concept, by the way.
However, the desire of sympathy is crucial in that the mere experience of a harmful event is not enough for the emergence of the sense of being a victim. In order to have this sense there is the need to perceive the harm as undeserved, unjust and immoral, an act that could not be prevented by the victim. The need to obtain empathy can then emerge.
Back to Reality. Displaced cultures forced to flee bombing raids does not equate to today’s version of SJW in a limp protest at Trump Tower or even a Black Lives Matter march in Ferguson.
Liberals: Get a Life.
If you need a list of things that will improve your state of mind or expand your comfort zone or even create a broader safe-space it won’t take too much energy to make one. Or do you need me to make it for you? Now that would be unjustified.
In a near random universe there are still certain combinations
Picked out from all other possible ones
Which, when given some time and the just-right circumstances
Not too far from the earth or too close to the sun
They will dance and they’ll spin in the embrace of the trade winds
Playing havoc with the hearts and the upturned faces down below
Until the laws of curved spacetime, susponed without warning
Kick back in with a vengeance for the last act of my show
Thanks Walter Becker. Surf And/or Die
Recent Encounters With Authority Inspire this Posting
It’s not that I don’t respect others – it’s that I respect me
**Major Portions directly borrowed from “Beames on Film“
Despite the ultimate, spirit-crushing lobotomy visited upon Nicholson’s Randle McMurphy following his strangling of the nurse, one of the really exceptional elements of ‘One Flew’ is that the institution is not portrayed as malicious for its own sake. Ratched is stern and rigorously enforces her regime – to the detriment of the patients – yet, until the heartless humiliation of Bibbet, her good intentions are never really in question. You get the sense she genuinely believes her methods are the best way bring stability or order to disordered lives. Here (in a refreshing break from the norm) the system, though it medicates patients into docility and uses electro-shock therapy as a punishment, is not depicted as deliberately cruel.
Perhaps (the forced lobotomy of McMurphy aside) Ratched’s greatest act of cruelty is subtle and indirect. Though most of her patients are in the hospital voluntarily – and therefore permitted to leave at any time – none of them express even the faintest desire to do so, thanks to her control over them and the relative security it brings. Through her regime Ratched merely seeks to pacify her wards, with little thought of preparing them to reintegrate with society. This horrifies McMurphy who thinks only of freedom. Though clearly a loose cannon, he’s not himself mentally ill: he’s a criminal who’s had himself committed in order to avoid manual labour and serve the rest of his sentence in relative comfort.
This allows him to witness, and experience, the pitfalls of institutionalisation. It is ambiguous whether he fails to escape the night of the illicit party (falling asleep) or simply decides not to – preferring to stay within this new community in which he has become an important member. Either way McMurphy becomes the unwilling victim of a system that seems designed to make people easier to handle, rather than working to enrich their lives. In this respect the hospital is not too dissimilar from the prison Nicholson’s character has left behind.