“Has it not always been beneath our attention, a genuine waste of time and mental resources, to pen about a culture so grim and distasteful — about morally worthless people, mentally rudimentary, emotionally undeveloped, intellectually challenged, psychologically non-existent?”
“Why such a vindictive spirit passing undue judgement without proportions! Surely the wide-sweeping judgement a misuse of that thinking faculty which ought to be nuanced or precise if not grounded or truthful in its application and enterprise?”
“You mean to elevate the highly materialistic, the unimaginative, unintellectual, unspiritual, incurious; those without wide generosity or deep sympathy or, God forbids, without heightened thoughts and emotions? The “pig satisfied”, the exceptionally mediocre, inconsequential, insecure dunces squawking raucously at one another?”
“I point specifically to those incapable of thinking or acting logically and ethically: the abusive browbeating fetid filth of wasteful space; the screaming bullying psychotic hag at one’s place of employment; the low-minded, intolerant, unsophisticated, emotionally dysregulated infant who wishes to be revered based solely on some random number extrinsic to their person and quality and circumstance.”
“Ah, so you mean the poor inconsequential soul who banks their entire moral worth on their inborn characteristic like some feudal ignoblesse imbecile? The “random number extrinsic to their person and quality and circumstance” — that insipid vacuous yardstick which slots them as above or below others for which subsequent maintenance of illusion is precarious and perennial and only by dint of denigrating others below their ‘caste’ (a mass psychotic idea to be defended by those that are in great measure obtuse).”
“Indeed, that is what makes them poor and inconsequential; it is a haphazard two-barreled act of mercy and damnation: a quality of having no qualities; a quality in substitute of actual qualities; a quality as an excuse, as an avoidance, as an aversion from assaying some actual notable qualities; a quality that in the tragic end negates its own existence: an in-quality that diminishes its bearers to such an extent that they need to, in turn, diminish others in order to feel good about themselves, or to feel themselves at all.”
“I too attest to that and like you bear witness to an obscene system which paramount to its continuance is a covert practice of diminishment and denigration, of intimidation and inequity, of self-immolation and self-entombment. What was it that you had penned in the past: Let them be blinded by the multitudes of brute stupidities .. Let them do to themselves what they do to us! Let them dehumanise! (Salisa, 2016).”
“I did! How flattering that someone can conjure that watchword of mine when I was only a fledgling who had too much feeling and too much sense and not much else. I believe that is originally a Conradian idea by the by. Horror! Horror!”
“Horrid! Horrid! will be your most prominent exclamation perhaps.”
“This may surprise you but I do not provision my attention towards those blinkered bunch evidently below my stature, let alone being affected by their obnoxious presence unless obliged by a labour contract. I may be bourgeois in that sense but I am uniquely above them — the blinkered bunch — bereft of a sociological imagination (their outbound attention and awareness stop short of borders, if ever beyond themselves) and verily without deeper cognizance (their inward perception and enrichment stop short at the epigastric region). Neither am I in want of that quintessential characteristic one would bequeath to a zoological inferior: the inability to differentiate between themselves, their emotions and their acts and the constancy and predicament with which they would correspond in a manner so predictable and elementary and melodramatic. I am of course haranguing about what to me is one of the greatest achievements of my life: a developed psyche, an actualised self, an intellectual center or a moral compass on which a person builds and expands upon the greater they age. Unlike those critters that are mere processing plants of victuals outputting sewage.”
“So many words! Any last utterance?”
“What you take to be the basis of your faux superiority is a delusion as pitiful and farcical as a congenitally deaf man imagining he could hear Bach: bastardising and bandying words as if one is linguistically challenged — out of depth, out of mind, a stock clown to me.”
Salisa lohavittayavikant 