Scadenfreude!!-II

                              Are we a Schadenfreude collective 

                          and the individual mocked props?

The thought came to me when I was snidely responding to a dismissive troll of my post. 

His avatar was a dinosaur. The tone of his expression showed the annoyed angst a 'Dino'                       would have had by the bright glare of the meteor-of-doom. His remarks seemed to echo                            to me how the dinosaur felt in its smug top-of-the-food chain-dominant-privilege.

So much about 'privilege', a topic for another day.

Victims say a popular handgun fires without anyone pulling the trigger                                                  -  The Washington Post

Getting back to the Schadenfreude-karma-caste we adorn and exist in...                                                        Is our choice more than the inherent consequences of the fallibility of our logic,                                         or is our logic a hard-wired genetic feature that as the saying goes, 'only needs                                         the supporting conditions to become the trigger that sends us on the bullet trajectory                                  of our conditioned and reinforced, now, predisposition.

I indict myself as a Camusian Meursault misanthrope with the general structured                                       cultural decorum that frictionally chafes my own envisionments of what serves                                        my vitality most optimally. I was in this default estrangement status for most of                                            my life-with a few  glorious exceptions-that went back to my first impressions                                           of my classmates in the half-day kindergarten class. What was a culture shock                                            to my emotional system, then, by the harsh crudeness of the kids of my classroom                                   has overtime been seen as the prescient prologue of my intuitive analysis of                                          how-people-are.  

As I muse on the zoological nature I'd apply to the personalities I've encountered,                                     I'd summarize that as either the socio-psychopathic individual ingenues or as a                                 species, in a collective mass, camouflaging their latent and closeted natures                                                in the mask of the many's enabling and reaffirming caste behavior.

Cassius's words to Brutus in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar ring true:
"Men at some time are masters of their fates," he says.
"The fault,  dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves,  that we are underlings.".

With that, people go off in their tribes-of-the-distinguished or their                                                        mindless-reactionary-herds, leaving to the most audacious of the sociopaths and                           psychopaths the levers of opportunism to manipulate-most likely for the worst
[another topic to be spoken of about the hubristic reliance on intellect, alone]                                               -the course and structure of human events.

In the meantime the "tribes-of-distinguishment" flatter themselves in the same equivalent                     false vanity with which the 'mindless-herds' in smug indifference satiate their                                          self-indulgence in the green-pastures of their "comfort and security".

All the while existence is recycled in this karmic 'Tom-foolery' to its individual dramas                             and collective dystopian ends of schadenfreude desserts.

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