I have now lived long enough to have seen society shift from the overt influence of assholes to the ascendancy of creeps.
We live in a creep administered culture, assaulted daily by the aggressively opinionated and profoundly ill informed social representatives of holy and secular cultural terrorists, with their hypocrisy, their universal scolding, their presumptuous prissiness, their self righteous and unwavering sense of moral clarity, which acts itself out as an almost sensualizing of the delicious pleasure it takes in offending others and in turn taking offense.
It‘s a creep’s presumption of the human right to offend in the assumed service of moral guidance.
“I’m only trying to help.”
And only a complete creep operates on the assumption that taking offense grants a position of higher moral grace to the offended.
“How dare you?”
An asshole such as I am is rarely but occasionally offended, to no particular effect. And in that regard, I don’t expect anyone, certainly not strangers, to give a flying fuck about my being offended, or for that matter, my feelings in general.
That is, as we used to say when adults walked the earth, life.
We live in a culture conquered and governed by creeps, across the political, moral and social spectrum, left and right. The modern world is asshole averse, to be sure, packed with utter creeps who can’t wait to impose their will on you, be it the granular details of concocted sin by whatever religion knows god’s will for all of us, or the social mores of an ever metastasizing wheel of splinter groups, each with an axe to grind.
But wait a minute you, say, what about all those complete, total, utter fucking assholes out there?
Well, here’s the thing. They are definitely complete, total, utter fucking assholes, but, seeing the change in the weather, and the way the world has turned, the cannier, more opportunistic assholes among us are doing the work of creeps—and bringing their A game to the assignment, to be sure.
It’s the creep side of human nature that feels it’s got the right, the need, the moral responsibility, to tell you how to live your life—and expect you to do what you’re told if you know what’s good for you.
And naturally, whether it’s the supernaturalist troglodytes on one side, imposing their invented morality derived from a fantasy god, or the secularist troglodytes on the other, insisting on critical theory in disregard of critical thinking, both swarms of intrusive hypocrites insist they are acting in your best interests, if, of course, you’d only see things their way and get with the program.
One more reason to accept with grace that I’m old, grateful that I won’t have to spend all that much of my life defending myself from the creeps and the weaponized assholes in service to these two diametrically opposed armies of cultural bleakness.