Pack your rucks, boys, we’re going on a guilt trip.
Many people these days are looking for an excuse to be outraged. Not content to wait for whatever genuine injury or tragedy a capricious universe inflicts upon the world, they are not only ready but eager for the slightest justification to rage against the injustice of it all. Using their righteously indignant all-caps button, ready-made memes, poor punctuation and semi-literate phraseology, they leap at the chance to inform the world of their choler, umbrage and the devastating wound you/we/the world/somebody-to-fucking-blame inflicted on their psyche.
It’s not just identity politics, racism or socio-economic discussions. It can be anything in the news cycle. Hell, it might just be an innocuous social media post. Doesn’t matter — somebody somewhere is outraged about it, and somehow someone else has convinced many of them (and the world at large) we should somehow give a shit.
Some of the stuff people, particularly social justice warriors, get mad about is astonishing. This more often than not leads them to completely miss the point and/or the opportunity to engage in reasonable discourse. Other times it’s even simpler — many people are not just appallingly narcissistic and self-righteous, they honestly think they’re owed our attention as though they’re somehow exulting in their own misery or oppression (or however the hell they were specifically violated in word/thought/deed/spirit). Maybe their self worth comes from pointing out how wrong/bigoted/close-minded other people are. Or, perhaps they just desperately want the rest of the world to feel guilty for whatever measure of ‘normalcy’ it enjoys.
It’s even worse when they become enraged and loose the hashtag outrage hounds over something either inconsequential or that they misunderstood. We’re not talking about just complex things that cause confusion, either.
Sometimes what they come up with is just mind-boggling.
Occasionally they’ll even justify how or why they aren’t responsible for their own actions — and guilt you for that too.
The stoopid. It burns.
It doesn’t matter how bad you think you have it. White, black, brown, cis, demi, trans, vegan, too damn tall, too fucking fat, mad they said it wrong, pissed they didn’t say it the way you would have, angry they eat meat, too worried about insults to your personhood… Somebody somewhere wishes they had it as good as you. Take a deep breath. Think through what you’re about to type before you type it. Realize the vast and improbable blessings you enjoy for more reason than you were born in the United States. Find some perspective. Don’t look so hard for a reason to be butthurt.
You could be living in Maharashtra or trying to feed your kids in Ajegunle you entitled, solipsistic fuckwit.
Want to see some truly ridiculous complaining? Read the WTFSocialJustice blog; the person running it does a great job of answering selfish nonsense.
Hat tip to Chez Pazienza.
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