Freeman Ure, Ph.D. New York U.S.A.
( a curse on all free manure, Pile higher and deeper monsters out there)
Whilst we may each confessedly fit temporarily into a part of the evil (im-) personality prolife flushed out 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 a pest in community, network or workplace, or that anomalous lewd lad at local, national to global levels, we do encounter one or more of those pariahs who unabashedly fit the entire evil profile as the parasite on earth.
An enlightened could then rhetorically ask, “Why do the majority of decent hard working people painfully bear such self-declared narcissists and self-absorbed megalomaniac or abhorrently reprehensible beasts, but to only dodge them or simply don’t do a darn thing about squishing them against the wall like a Gath fly so 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 is just a few attributes toward providing an answer to such 969 trillion dollar question of all times and places!
The monster is a self-absorbed multithreaded dragon misogynist-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, do generously aspire to or are blessed with…
In another monster’s ever coward mind, although once an army private draftee in a foreign land, that does not deter him portraying himself now as a four star general, who has wrongly been expelled from military; hence, he resorts to twisting truth to 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 illegality acts through hypocrisy and defamations of others while transposing his failures onto others, especially onto the more vulnerable. And after he inflicts apocalypse onto innocent people, he reemerges shedding crocodile tears, like a foster mother more loving than a birth mother, and offer a helping hand. Simply put so he himself taste a bit of his own feces, 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 national a hero?! Pathetically absurd and ludicrously bizarre, is he NOT?!
So, for us the ordinary norms, 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 laughter 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 via 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 to whom he feels envious and thus most inferior. What else did you expect from a Kirikos Trelos Skassse Afroditis (κήρυκος Τρελός Σκασσσε Αφροδίτης), one caught in its Demonic twisted onslaught twilight between the otherwise righteous souls of Plato and Aristotle, while ridiculing all others including Democritus alike righteous students?!
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 façade of masquerade and charade of his shadowy shallow surface. However, be 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 alike-minded peers.
Dodging it all, some on the sidelines bemused, they might envisage this as refreshingly upfront for just a quantum leap. 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. The dark matter that is not obvious to most in the Universe.
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 a Thomas Paine…and most absolutely not Tricky Dick, Traitorous Dick, Donald Dick or demonstrative Demonic Dick!
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 (in-) salt to injury, he boasts about his concubines and wives, to his younger one he throws a job or a bone at, the one much younger than his own first daughter!
He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy but acts it, or even a greedy Persian fat-cat, but he drives around as if Spartacus on his High Thracian horse, and as he is shooting imaginary cannon shells from his WW II chieftain Tank! For him, to give leap service to a liberal left wing ideology, while resorting to right wing anarchistic fascism to 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 and fluff, 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, which he himself ain’t got none! 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. Then, he collects theft and power as the OG of all mobs on block in the hood.
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 goblin shit and porky hog wash, or acting as the self-anointed cherub KING reigning from 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, as usual stuffed with malarkey.
While his own cookie jar is but all empty, the boogie beast along with his linchpins and lackeys continue monstrously to steal from other jars, so 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 rested in his shrine of cesspool, that he grabs a public monument when still alive to force his grotesque name after it and call it his future Mausoleum!
And if his futile presence is not to be deemed as the ultimate injustice and the prelude to Armageddon and rapture, i.e., post the Day of Reckoning, so the Messiah descends again back on earth to establish the just kingdom of God, what else is it?!
And how could anyone explain it when he walks uninvited and unexpected right into a Sunday mass sermon in progress, just to defecate in the wide open cathedral and then holding and robbing his shit onto parishioners as “the most fragrant perfume/facial mud” on one hand, while holding the collection basket for payment with his other hand?!
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look super smart!
Take the latest in an ever intensifying massacre incidents against two benign community gatherings of worship in New Zealand, preceded by similar massacres in Sandy Hook, Norway, Baluchistan (Iran), etc. such incidents have essentially superseded another equally abhorrent terrorism networks: the despicable ISIS.
However, the stark excruciating contrast this round 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 since 2016, he cannot justify his twisted and divisive ulterior motives, and so pins them onto others.
Hence, unless after a deep self-reckoning and only if the alleged culprit ever rises to genuinely serve blind justice and condemning any form of violence against humanity as a whole, while adhering to the American ideals of liberty, equality, humanity, and accountability, that this great nation has to fully exercise its fully expected duty through the legal system and in tandem with massive turnouts in the subsequent election cycles.
As inspired by the famous quote from Thomas Jefferson, the tree of liberty and justice needs to irrigated by not only by the blood of the tyrants, but also by the tears and sweats, and even the blood of the martyrs; it is the ever vigilant guardians who uphold perpetually the flags of freedom over tyranny, equality over injustice, transparency and accountability over chaos and cronyism, and, meritocracy over mediocrity, kleptocracy, theocracy or even predatory capitalism for the few at the expense of all the rest at full staff. An as charity or altruism begins at self and home, that is the only way forward to deter the vulnerability that if not decisively circumvented, little monsters of today will only become the huge national and earthly monsters of tomorrow.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a multithreaded monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make him.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clump full of Einsteinian hair (if you ever found them on his hollow skull for real) and scream in anguish:
“My God… what… have… I… created?”
If being a twat was a popular TV show, he would be easily boxed set…
Epitomizing read, the triumph of enlightenment and justice over tyranny is upon us
Freeman Ure PH.D.-The co-author, a humanist, was born and raised in Iran to a multicultural, multilingual, multiethnic and, yes, multi religious family. He has since US naturalization post his legal arrival in the 70’s, served as a university professor. Frightened by our leadership and horrified by such terrorist acts that could only conjure up persecutions and violence in the region he was born at, has prompted him to once again move elsewhere so to Sustain his safety and security.
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 birdy finger at one specific person per se.