Screaming Irony

It burns me up when the template of the powerful excludes a greater world outside of their mentality. So I scream.

I can’t literally scream right now without encumbering the nearby innocent, so I’m screaming literarilly. It won’t hurt your eyes, and it’s much easier on the ears, don’t you think? We aim to please.

Ironically, when I hear of acts of selflessness, I get tears in my eyes. You’d think that crying would be about the mean stuff.

But then you hear about someone like Candice Payne who, on a brutal winter night in Chicago, bought 30 hotel rooms for homeless people. She managed to solicit rides and gather packages for them. This created a positive contagion that inspired others to end up doubling the room count, helping over 100 of the most vulnerable.

In my admiration, I extrapolate the character and depth of her kind of humanity over the unimaginative character and swollen hubris of those who are unaware and themselves vulnerable to the damage of advantage. They can not be fulfilled hoarding treasure from the society that created it. They are incapable of all but material values and confined to the shallow end of meaningful life, and proudly revel in the superficial.

The vulnerable can and should be made whole. The self-inflicted damage caused by having advantage is different.
You can’t help some people. It’s a crying irony.

I thank you for your time.