Snackenfreude!
March 2nd, 2016
I am familiar with the concept of schadenfreude, that being the derivation of delight due to the misfortune of others. You're probably up to speed on this as well, as a reader of this site - whether you gain satisfaction while witnessing my own mishaps, or just my mockery of everyone else on earth. But sometimes, sometimes even this notion doesn't quite cut it for me.
During my formative years, one notion was pounded into my head a little harder than most others. This notion was the idea that I should always try to be a good person, and not hit someone while they're down. That I shouldn't point at someone and laugh when they've been hoist by their own petard. That I should try to be the better man. Or at least the singular adult in the figurative room.
Nonetheless, I truly enjoy watching evildoers getting exactly what they deserve. It is with more than a little smug satisfaction that I watch the news of late, and see the feckless leadership of the GOP fret over the fact that they've fostered the atmosphere of bigotry and ignorance that created an opening for a vile monstrosity, one they're completely incapable of reining in.
This is the punchline of 'movement conservatism' playing out before my very eyes, and it is with giddy glee that I read one news article after another about how the 'establishment' of that odious party just can't abide the creature they've given birth to. After all, they'd be just fine with Trump if they could control him, so their misery bears the sweet, succulent flavor of self-induced injury.
So yes, I exult in snackenfreude. I collect the alligator tears of the GOP's so-called 'leadership', gently swishing them around in my mouth, and savor the overwhelming sorrow they surely feel. After all, they've been working towards the complete takeover of America for decades, and all of their effort has been flushed down the toilet by a showboating loudmouth with bright orange skin.
Dine with me. Dine at my side on the misery of the GOP. You know you want to.