At our late octogenarian age, we are existentially fortunate to routinely awaken this July morning, albeit, with the confluence of disturbing, ruminative thoughts, These concern the kaleidoscopic diversity of acts of a currently dystopian Nation that, possessing the resources and capability to feed the hungry of the world, the scientific prowess to endeavor to cure and prevent disease and relieve physical suffering, nevertheless is irresponsibly fixated on the tawdry issue relative to the degree to which their shameful President has patronized the underage whorehouse of a despicable celebrity pimp.
What may rationally conceivably be concluded relative to the foundational utility of the unique franchise of sapience (reason), fortuitously gifted by natural evolution to Mankind? The beneficial utilitarian use of reason might empirically result in a world of peaceful, mutually cooperative nations, universally advancing their respective societies toward meaningful and healthy lives; instead, we are confronted with a Planet, popularized by nations, atavistically engaged in competing for power and riches, regardless of its eternally tragic toll on humanity.
It would, sadly, appear that the evident lust for riches and assertion of power is the universal motivation of mankind, both individually and as a nation. We awake in quotidian universality to a societal, national, and global dystopia, consisting of the metaphysical inclination, individually and as a representative group, to dominate others, yet simultaneously, exercise hubristic and neurotic assumptions of principled, or rationalised rectitude.
Thus, the morally contemplative individual awakens each morning and retires after his day in a state of principled disappointment and disgruntled confusion concerning the metaphysically selfish nature of the human persona and its enunciated moraaspirations. We universally preach lessons of brotherhood and humanism to our children, while offending the primary standards of ethical deportment, both individually and in willing compliance with others. This eternally perverse moral dilemma, which remains the classic subject of great literature and essays, is a blemish on the human character and has historically resulted in suffering and plain tragedy over the eons of Man’s existence.
Truthfully speaking, we don’t give a fig about whether or not the egoistic and repulsive Donald J. Trump was a regular customer of a contemptible house of ill repute; we do, however, adamantly detest his demonstrably excrable lack of humanism.
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