Sorry is it so wrong to take great joy in the DUmmies pain?
It depends, lars, sir,
why one is laughing at a DUmmie.
I get occasional criticism because of the way I ride the hippywife Mrs. Alfred Packer, because there's some who think she's a nice person. A little odd, but a nice person.
Mrs. Alfred Packer is not a nice person.
Anyway, so Mrs. Alfred Packer's mother recently died.
Did I take great joy in that?
Of course not; it's very sad that an old woman couldn't live long enough to see her adult daughter get some sense.
Because franksolich is a gentleman, franksolich has put off release of this year's "Mrs. Alfred Packer does Christmas," until a decent interval of mourning has passed, and hippywife can better enjoy the story.
I'm chomping at the bit to release the story, but franksolich has courtesy and good manners.
So something bad happened to Mrs. Alfred Packer; her mother died.
What one does laugh at, however, is the pain Mrs. Alfred Packer feels as a consequence of her own narrow-mindedness and bigotry. There is a way to ameliorate that pain, but hippywife won't use it.
Mrs. Alfred Packer thinks she's smarter than God, and the pain isn't ever going to go away until she returns to what had sustained her ancestors generations past, hundreds of years past.
Instead, hippywife thinks that taking mood-altering pharmaceuticals will ease the pain, the loneliness.
franksolich has seen lots and lots of people do that.
The problem is, franksolich hasn't ever seen it work.
She has the solution, but narrow-mindedly won't use it, because God isn't "cool".
So one laughs at her misery--and not only laughs, but
contemptuously laughs.
We all make our own happiness and misery from within, and it's in her power to ameliorate her misery, but she won't use
that Power.
