Why People Act Cruel

Why does the great reset exist? Indifference to the suffering of other people, methinks

Photo by Angélica Ribeiro on Unsplash

Something that happened many years ago percolated up in my head. I remembered the moment when I was sitting in a car, handcuffed to two terrified, desperately screaming Chinese girls, while the officers up front were laughing at our suffering and “roughing” us by driving in such a way that our helpless, restricted bodies were hitting the walls of the car.

I was playing it tough out of the last remaining drops of my habitual Russian strong person  pride. I was playing it tough but I was also terrified. And hurting. And terrified. And hurting. And terrified. And the bastards, the grown men taking sick sadistic pleasure in the suffering of three scared, hurting young girls, were laughing and saying various slurs.

What exactly was under the skulls of those men? Probably goo of some sort because it’s impossible to have anything but goo under one’s skull and do something like that.

I suppose it was another day in the office for the officers. I suppose they went home to their wives or whatever, had dinner, watched TV, complained about filthy immigrants, and felt like they were doing their job.

I have no idea about the fate of the two other girls and what got them there. In my case I was set up by an abusive ex, a story I have written about before.

Now, let us put it in a larger context. It was the post-911 world. My in-laws were a conservative family--but at the time I had no idea about American politics, I was focused on my work, personal life, etc.

In 2023, the Russians are the dangerous animal of “the left,” while “the right” are fine with my people and don’t mix us in together with other immigrant filth. Back when my horror story was happening, as I reckon now, the Russians were a suspicious animal to the right, and without a doubt a part of the immigrant filth. Which didn’t help my cause. 

My abusive ex—whom I’d fallen for out of sheer loneliness—was calling me “Russian shit for brain.”  Yes, I was independent, uppity-educated, had a respectable job, and at the time of marrying him I was getting my “papers” though work etc. Didn’t matter. My abusive ex kept telling me that I should be grateful that he, an AMERICAN man, had married me. That I was less than him because America. In addition, whenever I objected to  the mad post-911 anti-Arab rhetoric (“show ‘em Arabs, bomb them all including children who are obviously future terrorists,” you know the drill, it’s the same today), he would frown and tell me that I should apologize, pledge my allegiance, and so on.  

As he was getting ready to implement his project to deport me in hopes of preventing me from ever mentioning the abuse (which I was not doing anyway because I was too scared), he kept talking about my need to love America more, by which I suppose he meant deleting my heart and rejoicing in the suffering of “them.”

Just like the officers in the car.

And then he reported me, and I went to jail, where I spent a month, being treated horribly. You know the rest. It ended well.

My  abusive ex is still practicing law. His enlightened and proper family members—who were seemingly fine with what he did to me—are okay, too. They are going about their lives as  respectable lawyers, professors, writers, etc.

Which now brings us to the situation in Gaza.

As the “human animals” are getting annihilated in cold blood in tens of thousands, including the obvious devils—the terrorist kids—we are, thank goodness, us—and not them. Not our filthy terrorist kids over there. Not our reset.

Here is a video from my friend Kevin Nathaniel. I have nothing else to say right now.

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