A blogger attended Trump’s speech at a gold club with a $200,000 membership, and this is what especially shocked him:
When Trump said, “[W]e are all suffering and we’re suffering big league and it’s getting worse,” a roomful of extremely rich fucks cheered in agreement. Yeah, they were suffering, these pampered pricks and pussies who probably made more money under the Obama administration than in the rest of their luxurious lives.
I know, the capacity of the very pampered to feel sorry for themselves is overwhelming. The children of these extraordinarily rich people are wailing “We are in pain” on college campuses as they wait for their trust funds to mature and allow them to buy their own memberships in the $200,000 country clubs. And we are all so duped by the philosophy of “everybody is what s/he says s/he is” that we believe they are the poor, marginalized victims of racism and sexism that they claim to be.
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There is nothing more exquisite and luxurious than the emotion of self pity to some people. If you can get others to pity you, it’s like an extra frisson.
“I am such a martyr, ” they moan on the floor. It is pure gold, the slapping of numbered bills slapping against each other in a change machine in a cloistered room off the main lobby, the subatomic beep of your bank accounts filling with dollars, pesos, bitcoin, whatever currency people care to accept. They never notice the invisible hand picking their pocket. They never mind, even if they do notice.
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Exactly. And then everybody buys into the narrative of dispossessed workers supporting Trump and liberal students from underprivileged backgrounds storming campuses. It’s so ridiculous.
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