The Opinionated Ogre is a Stay-at-Home parent first, foul-mouthed hater of fascist Republicans second. He’s been making the most horrible people in the country miserable for 15 years and the hate he feels for American Nazis is eternal and without limits. He plans to stop torturing right-wing trash the day the last fascist dies. So, you know, never.
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I tend not to write entire articles about a single tweet because it feels clickbaity, and I don’t give a fuck HOW hard Substack is trying to turn into a social media site that rewards clickbait, that shit is not happening. Been there, done that. Never again.1
However, every now and then, along will come a tweet that speaks to a larger issue. In this case, the tweet was funny as fuck, too.
If you don’t know who Joyce Carol Oates is, she’s a famous writer. Like, really famous. She’s so famous, I know who she is, and I’ve never read or seen a single piece of work she’s produced in the 60+ years she’s been running around earning awards (so many awards). My reading list skews towards Star Trek, Star Wars, Stephen King, comics and manga and I STILL know Joyce Carol Oates. So, you know, famous famous.
So you can bet Elon Musk knew exactly who the fuck she was, too, when Oates dropped a tactical nuke on his drug-addled head:
Oooooooohhhh snap! Musk’s response was…not great.
I really enjoy Musk swinging from basic schoolyard insults to “Grok, I am high on ketamine, please write an intelligent-sounding insult of Joyce Carol Oates for me.”
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Musk really is the most miserable person on the face of the earth. For all his money, he’s sad and lonely and joyless. He has no friends. He’s not a father to his children.2 He can’t even enjoy video games, and I KNOW he used to enjoy them because he grew up playing video games in the 70s and 80s just like I did. Speaking from personal experience, you never forget your first love. But now? His need to be macho alpha won’t even allow him to enjoy THAT. He has to be “the best player ever,” or he won’t even really play.
I cannot think of anything sadder or more pathetic than denying yourself the joy of video games because your stupid fucking ego demands everyone worship you as a god. That’s why Oates’ tweet burned Musk to his core. Every word of it was true and it was like looking into his own personal portrait of Dorian Gray. Except it was on the social media site he owns, written by someone more beloved than he’ll ever be and who will be remembered long after Musk is dead and only a footnote in history books.3
Now, as much as I enjoyed watching Musk whimper, what really caught my attention is that Oates perfectly sums up the problem of the obscenely rich and powerful right-wing parasites killing our democracy, our world, and our very humanity. I touched on this back in June.
They are incapable of experiencing true joy or happiness or love anymore. Something fundamental is broken within them, and their way to process that damage is to destroy everything and everyone around them.
There is a gothic horror role-playing series called “World of Darkness.” Think Dungeons & Dragons, but it takes place in modern times, and you play as a vampire or a werewolf or a ghost. Something that was once human but isn’t anymore. The goal is to cling to your humanity as long as possible.
The story is whatever you want it to be, but as you progress and become more powerful, you lose touch with what made you human. The less human you become, by definition, the more inhuman you become. Eventually, you lose all connection with humanity, and your character is done, consumed by darkness (hence the name “World of Darkness”).
I think about that a lot when I think about Elon Musk and Marc Andreesen and Peter Thiel and Donald Trump and his regime of unfathomably rich and powerful monsters.
Their money and power have disconnected them so thoroughly from their own humanity, they don’t even understand what it means to be human anymore. Elon Musk calls people “NPCs,” the acronym for “Non-Player Characters.” Those are the people in video games controlled by the computer. He doesn’t even see us as real.
Peter Thiel and Bryan Johnson, another creepy billionaire, inject themselves with the blood of teenagers in a desperate bid to stay young. Nothing inhuman about that, right?
Trump and Musk and Russ Vought, the “good Christian,” have engineered the death of hundreds of thousands of people in Africa through starvation.
Silicon Valley is overrun with billionaires and millionaires who openly talk about genocide because humans are worthless.
These are not people who wake up in the morning and experience human joy or happiness in any way whatsoever. They cannot because they are no longer truly human. They’re whatever their money and power have refashioned them into.
They cannot enjoy the same movies and music we all do, so they seek to control and destroy mass media.
They cannot love the same way we do so they seek to control and destroy all forms of love except that which conforms to their narrow definitions.
They cannot celebrate life the same way we do, or at all, really, so they seek to grind all joy from the world.
They no longer understand the rest of us because they no longer understand what it means to BE us. To love, to laugh, to experience happiness, to feel joy in little things for little reasons. All of that is gone from their lives, replaced by rage that someone, somewhere, is doing something a white Christian Nationalist does not approve of.
When the rich and powerful do not understand something, they fear it. And to fear is to hate. In turn, that hate moves them to lash out in violence because violence is easy and one of the few things that makes them feel better about being miserable all the time. Hurting others is one of the few balms to make them forget the emptiness of their own bleak lives.
In other times, this would make them an object of pity. Feel sorrow for the person whose only outlet is mindless rage. Ignore them and maybe they’ll go away. But these are dark times, and the monsters are on a murderous rampage. The only proper response is to beat them back into the darkness they crawled out of. To cut out their cancer and save what we can before they kill too many. To cage the monsters and make them pay for what they’ve done. To ensure that no one can ever accumulate enough money and power to strip them of their humanity like this again.
Oates has clearly identified the problem. It’s up to us to solve it.
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