Why do the RWs always seem to stand by the oppressor?
Minds with a low sense of self-esteem will always side with the oppressor bully and join in kicking the bullied oppressed with glee, hoping to be applauded by the bully, whom such inferior minds idolise not for any other reason but for the fact that the bully is strong and powerful.
Why? Because deep inside their inferiority complex lies a fantasy to be the bully themselves: in control and respected, without realising that the control the oppressor exhibits on the oppressed is a factor of violence it can, and often does, perpetrate, and the respect it seemingly receives is in fact, fear from the threat of that violence.
These are also the very same people who fetishise everything military because, according to them, what the military possesses, apart from strength and power, which they worship, is another quality: discipline. But dig a bit beneath the surface, and you realise that they don’t really mean ‘discipline’, which would be a training of the mind to consistently make the right choices without needing supervision. What they mean is ‘obedience’, which is an unquestioning submission to authority.
They conflate one for the other because they cannot, for the life of them, understand why anyone would not want to obey a strong, powerful authority figure or how anyone could be independent and yet disciplined and strong, and choose to use those qualities to lead a better, kinder, more humane, more fulfilling life rather than to browbeat unwilling others into compliance. They cannot comprehend why someone strong enough to wipe out the opposition would waste their time negotiating, talking, convincing, and arguing with them to get them to see their perspective when they could so simply just threaten and hurt to get the same effect.
What even is the point of being strong, they reason, if you cannot impose your will and dominance by force and violence on weak people, right? That is why these minds make not only great supporters of bullies but also ruthless and cruel bullies themselves whenever they have the slightest whiff of power.
Do you know where such scared potential bully minds reside? Inside conservatives, who call themselves trads, right-wingers, nationalists, and/or by other similar names. They abhor weakness of any kind. They detest ‘flawed’ humans and are disgusted by those that they regard as unusual, unnatural, deviant, and in their limited (and completely erroneous) understanding of evolution, unfit to survive.
They look down upon those who introspect and question their own language & behaviour and are awoken to their own biases & privilege, and call them snowflakes. They mock those who demand equality and justice for others by calling them weak. They scorn those who endeavour to see nuance and subtleties as indecisive.
But they know, deep inside their innermost minds and consciousness, that the real weaklings and cowards are they themselves. And all this bravado is but a mask to hide their own lack of courage, understanding, or the willingness to be wrong, and to learn.
So, it is to fight this realisation of their own inadequacy, which they know is true but dread being found out about (for fear of being on the receiving end of the very mockery they direct at others), that they vehemently and vociferously shout in apparent solidarity with the oppressors, even if the oppressors themselves aren’t listening or even care.
And if, at some point, the oppressors turn around and acknowledge their support, however slightly, these weak minds have the kind of orgasm whose intensity is matched only by the actual sexual orgasm from honest-to-goodness love-making with consenting and loving partners which they have never experienced. And probably never will.
Many of you would have heard these people claiming how what ‘X’ (replace ‘X’ with any feminine group they hate: lesbians, feminists, trans women, etc.) needs is a ‘real man’, and how ‘X’ needs to get ‘fucked properly’ once (specifically, by them), for all their problems to be resolved and for them to become ‘normal’. The uncomfortable truth, in my opinion, though, is that these are the very people in need of some good, wholesome, consensual, and loving sex.
Unfortunately, for them and the world in general, they are unlikely to get within sniffing distance of any such beautiful experience in their pathetic lives, because they see sex as a power game to satisfy their base lust, control the woman, and prove their masculinity in some sort of competitive race rather than as a manifestation of love, tenderness, and understanding. The problem is that they mistake the former for the latter.
You see, the reason these nutcases don’t understand love is because they’ve never had the real thing and wouldn’t know it if it painted itself purple and danced naked on a harpsichord singing, ‘Main hoon pyaar, main hoon pyaar, pyaar, pyaar, pyaar, pyaar.’
And that, I must say, is the real tragedy.
