Nothing satisfies

Over at Irish’s place, there is an article link about some group on the left going apeshit over an image, and demand that certain people resign etc 

Nothing satisfies these rats.

Nothing CAN, because they are hollow shells that only resemble hoomans.  Empty sacks of flesh with no soul, and no centered or grounded points in reality.   Of all the liberals I have known over the years, most have no foundations in self-reflection, or critical thinking skills.   They are Fad directed,,,   

And for many years I was ‘one of them’, but I never really fit in.  I couldn’t understand why,,,   Now, I know.  

The Japanese of ages past (and probably some of the elders today) used to talk about the “Sword, Jewel, and the Mirror” being the driving forces of people.   The sword is obvious, and a strong one, POWER, raw naked power.   The Jewel is a little more insidious.  But its also about Naked Power, using wealth to achieve.   The Mirror is all about self reflection, understanding your motives and drives, and how YOU appear to the world.  

Its the one thing the left LACKS.  They have the Jewel, and they now have full access to the Sword, (that they are dulling bending and reshaping into ‘something’ not a sword.) but they avoid the mirror,,,,

maybe thats because they do know deep inside that THEY are the problem: the classic Narcissist.  Unable to see themselves as anything but the saviors or heroes, never seeing the reality that they create more issues that they never solve.  Knowing the mirror will show them something quite different from their self imagery.

Adulation is their only goal.  All the wealth in the world cannot satisfy their need, and when they get what they want, its never enough; they always need more, like a junkie,,,

<<<<. Back when I first was married, way too young, with a bouncing baby girl to attend to, I did many odd jobs to make ends meet. One of them was working as Floor maintenance at a Psyche ward. I worked weekends there, along with a half dozen other things I did to keep the Peso’s flowing to me. That place closed its doors only a few years later, and now, places like that are far and few between on these shores. BUT, the mad and disillusioned didn’t go away. They now walk amongst us, and I have this sneaking suspicion that more than a few are also seated in DC.

I know I am an ODD, as Sarah likes to call us, and there are some that would say I am outright krazzzzeeee, seeing how I talk to myself and my cats, and even answer myself at times (new level of madness: you can talk to yourself, but if you interrupt yourself, you have issues.) What those people don’t see: I am talking to the characters in my head that want out in the world in words. I am not very good at that yet, and sadly, the world continues its spiraling to the drain, and I have to work harder to make sure I have those pesos coming in to keep food in the bowl for the kittehs-n-puppers. Oh, I would so love to just unshackle myself from the grindstone and just type type type,(though I would have to get my swivel ass off the chair and into a kayak frequently or I would find myself in a wheelchair in short order: back issues that compound the more I sit without moving. Kayaking ‘stretches’ those areas just fine.)(and until I has that sugar-mama, willing to let me do the writing thing, OR I have become independently wealthy (cough snort chortle)))

Nope, my madness is my own, and I am highly functional in society without being a burden, but there are those that are also highly functional but their madness is a raging inferno that will burn down the world.