(I’ve discovered that it now feels unnatural to type that phrase without the middle word.)
This phrase concisely expresses the attitude of the world. Or, I should say, the universe.
If you are a conservative, you already know this, and that is enough.
But had you been birthed liberal by a birthing person, that phrase would echo loud and long, by yourself, your coffee partners, the media, Hollywood (I don’t know why they’re not considered media), your professors, and government and bureaucracy at all levels. In perpetuity. You see, nothing they — or you — achieve will ever squelch it.
It reverberates like the yodel of a Bugs Bunny character in the Grand Canyon: Their “Boo Hoo” becomes — well — systemic.
“They can’t get to the polls on election day!” and “If they could, they can’t show identification because they don’t know how to get them!”
“They can’t pay their rent.”
“They can’t make their car payments or their college loan payments. They can’t resist committing crimes.”
And you know what gravity says when you step off a cliff?
Boo Freakin’ Hoo.
There is word that comes to mind.
Losers.
Losers that only know how to blame others for their failures.
“The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in ourselves.”
The privilege is strong in these comments. Yodeling? Cultural appropriation of the worst kind. Judging the economically-challenged? For shame! Dead white poets writing deader white languages? Please…
Hey! Don’t most folks call you “Tim”? I mean, before that 6-year-old kid told you to draw.
Some call me Tim, others, the Whizzer, but I mostly outgrew that…
And he drew first, I swear…
TIMMY!
Shakespeare, Tim — I Mean, Timon — of Athens