by 82_28 » Fri Jun 17, 2011 5:19 am
I suppose then, it all just follows. I've never met a winger who has ever been completely true or honest with him/herself or in their dealings with others. They never live by the golden rule, which is to say, that some people get the "golden rule treatment", but there is always a class of or multiple classes of people or "causes" who do not receive this luxury from them. Wingers always have their marching orders and do not live in freedom nor do they want to see freedom exerted in others, but live in a constant state of acceptance of some form of existential authority. In other words, people who hail from the right wing are always going to have varying degrees of pathological hypocrisy. Whereas, their "nemesis", the left, "the side" which I have always idealized as always striving for honesty outside of the dictates of authority, in personal life and in societal practice, tend to admit their shortcomings, vices and such in interest in remaining honest to not only others, but most importantly themselves. Not saying the people of the left do not have their own shortcomings, but we strive for not only personal freedom, but cooperation as well. What a sad, sad specimen of a human Rand was, worthy of empathy, simply because she hid so much within her closet and her subconscious was clearly never at peace. Behaviors that to this day are easily detected by people who could have cared for her and helped. I am not at peace either, nor are most or rather, is every soul on this planet at peace. We need each other, we would be no where without each other. Rand's "philosophy" was pure pathological greed done up in a bow and presented as though it were something profound. It was nothing of the sort. If it is true she lived in sadness, then it is not because her idealism was met with disappointment (she is the most powerful figure in this great mess we now live within), but because very psychological integral aspects of her psyche never, ever had their needs met, but was too proud, too pathological to accept the help that she could have found just about anywhere to get her out of her funk. Instead of humility, she chose to destroy all that is good and right with the world and wound up doing a good job of it. It's no wonder she never had emotional needs met. I would have told her, had I known her and I was her contemporary to get the fuck over it and quit fucking destroying all that is good and right, then would have inquired into her ostensible drug addiction and sought to help her. But this is Ayn Rand. Too good to be helped. What a sad and pathetic figure of destruction shall she always be lashed to. Unbelievable how worshiped she is even unto this day.
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi