Apologies? They mean nothing.
I hate apologies, they mean nothing. Just so easy to do wrong, then turn around, “I’m sorry.”
Fine for minor shit.
Step on someone’s toes? “Oh shit, sorry buddy.”
Late to lunch? “Sorry, man. I got held up.”
Forgot to pick someone up at the airport? “Dude, I feel terrible. I’m very sorry. Can I pay you back for the cab fare?”
Perfect for tiny transgressions. A brief mea culpa assuages your guilt, does the same for their anger. Helps you move on, stay friends. Good, great, grand, in moderation.
But for real trespasses, true wrong, victimizing others for your personal gain? Fuck that noise. Fuck your apology. Fuck you.
I am not a compassionate man. It’s a personal failing, one with which I, sometimes, struggle. Empathy doesn’t come easy. I try to be kind, but only because you live in the world you create. Cruel people live in a cruel world. I want my world to be happy, kind. I’ll do things I know I should, even if I don’t truly understand why.
It’s a process. Slow and sure I try to build a self that relates to the pain of others, cares for their struggles. It isn’t easy for me. If someone chips away at progress I fall into my default mode. Fury. A ravenous, all encompassing, anger.
I don’t like to second guess Derek’s editorial decisions. He knows what he’s doing, far more than I.
But this thing? Providing a platform for some narcissist piece of shit to shed his crocodile tears? Fuck that. It makes me sick to think I’d help him spin his bullshit, expose people to his dissembling, his self righteous attempt to show he’s somehow more than the sum of his actions.
It’s censorship, to be sure. But I’m okay with it.
When your every word is a lie you no longer deserve a voice.
Best for us all to just forget he exists, let him fade away into whatever hellish existence awaits.
As a bonus, I think that will hurt him the most.