Reserving My Compassion
You know, I grew up in the Texas Hill Country. “Tubing” on the Guadalupe River was a common outing for teens, and I was baptised in the San Gabriel. I still have many friends in that area, and I can feel sorrow for what has happened with these floods. Many of the people are good people, doing the best they can under often difficult, if not adverse, circumstance.
But the ones who are not good people… The ones who voted for and supported—some continuing to support—the systems (and failures) that have allowed our country to be impacted in this way… Not just them and their area, because the crisis is everywhere in the U.S. right now… The people who warned us against the “sin of empathy” only to turn around and beg for that compassion when they were the ones injured…
They tell us we’re weak when we’re compassionate, then tell us we’re mean and evil when we don’t give a damn about them. Meanwhile, they feel righteous in being cruel and want to blame anyone but themselves (and their “dear leader”) when things go wrong.
According to these people, wildfires in California are a sign of God’s wrath. But hurricanes in Florida and floods in Texas are… what? Either the Democrats have magical weather machines (in which case, how/why did we not stop the wildfires?) or it’s the Left’s fault there weren’t warnings (even though it’s actually Dumpster’s fault for cutting NOAA), or… ???
I don’t have a lot of empathy or compassion or even pity for these jackasses. I’m conserving those feelings for people who deserve it—the ones stuck in this mud with the idiots who would still vote to hurt everyone around them if they were relatively sure they wouldn’t get caught in the grinder. I’m sorry for those of us who deserve better, but I’m not at all sorry for those who got what they professed to want and not yet all of what they deserve.