Sympathy is our foulest trait

by Regis Boff

It takes gumption to show how happy you are. Standing toe to toe with some moaner who is demanding you feel wicked about the plight of some phantom sufferer, continents away and telling them to fuck off is a fantastic sensation.
I despise fake empathy. Most people don’t give a booger about the “convictions” they parade around with like dreary sermonizing, old drag queens.
American sympathy is our foulest trait. Our lives have become artificial performances put on day in and day out to verify our pointless compassions .
We have been made afraid to enjoy our lives.
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