probably just a reflection of our society. the list of ass clown super heros grows every day. here are the traits of the self made super boobs.. Part 1.
Feigned invincibility: I win always. I’ve got the truth and nothing can stop me from imposing it. Not even reality.
Reality is my slave: Since I’m the most realistic, I’ve earned the power to control reality. What I say is true is true. I can make it true through my absolute confidence.
Uber-umpmanship: In debate, I’m not only the final judge of all reality but of what’s admissible in debate. I’m the umpire in every debate I enter, and I’ll always rule in my favor. What you do is unfair. What I do is not only fair but righteous.
You can’t win: When you go high, I’ll pretend to go higher. When you go low, I’ll always go lower. Either way, I beat you. I’m bottomless in defense of my pretend absolute high-mindedness.
Self-winding movement: If you’re with me, it proves I’m right. If you’re against me, it proves I’m right and a victim of your small-minded oppression. Any move you make proves I’m right.
My might makes right makes might makes right makes...: Me winning proves I’m pious. Never mind all of history’s victorious buttheads. Might makes right. And right makes might too. Since I’m pious, crusading for true virtue, I never have to compromise. To do so would be to disrespect my absolute truths. I can cheat, lie, and BS my way to victories which, as I mentioned, prove I’m pious.
Pious nihilism: The truth is that nothing is true. That means I don’t have to fuss over what’s true. I can just follow my gut. The closest there is to truth is whoever bulldozes down the competition by any means necessary wins. And what does? Playing infallible pope. So I have it both ways. I’m the most pious and principled in this dog eat dog unprincipled world. I can fight as dirty as I want and yet claim to be the most righteous. Who says you can’t have your cake and eat it too?
Spotting spots on you proves I’m spotless: So long as I can keep attention on your failings, I never ever have to consider the possibility that I’m wrong. They don’t even have to be real failings. So long as I can imagine that you have an ulterior motive, you lose. This is an infallibility contest to the death. If I find even one imaginary fault in you, it proves you’re wrong about everything always and therefore I’m right about everything always by default.
All the morals some of the time, and no compromise: I’m the most moral because I’ve collected most no-compromise morals. Never mind that my morals conflict with each other and therefore have to be compromised. I have an alternative way of dealing with that: Confident unconstrained hypocrisy.
Feigned invincibility: I win always. I’ve got the truth and nothing can stop me from imposing it. Not even reality.
Reality is my slave: Since I’m the most realistic, I’ve earned the power to control reality. What I say is true is true. I can make it true through my absolute confidence.
Uber-umpmanship: In debate, I’m not only the final judge of all reality but of what’s admissible in debate. I’m the umpire in every debate I enter, and I’ll always rule in my favor. What you do is unfair. What I do is not only fair but righteous.
You can’t win: When you go high, I’ll pretend to go higher. When you go low, I’ll always go lower. Either way, I beat you. I’m bottomless in defense of my pretend absolute high-mindedness.
Self-winding movement: If you’re with me, it proves I’m right. If you’re against me, it proves I’m right and a victim of your small-minded oppression. Any move you make proves I’m right.
My might makes right makes might makes right makes...: Me winning proves I’m pious. Never mind all of history’s victorious buttheads. Might makes right. And right makes might too. Since I’m pious, crusading for true virtue, I never have to compromise. To do so would be to disrespect my absolute truths. I can cheat, lie, and BS my way to victories which, as I mentioned, prove I’m pious.
Pious nihilism: The truth is that nothing is true. That means I don’t have to fuss over what’s true. I can just follow my gut. The closest there is to truth is whoever bulldozes down the competition by any means necessary wins. And what does? Playing infallible pope. So I have it both ways. I’m the most pious and principled in this dog eat dog unprincipled world. I can fight as dirty as I want and yet claim to be the most righteous. Who says you can’t have your cake and eat it too?
Spotting spots on you proves I’m spotless: So long as I can keep attention on your failings, I never ever have to consider the possibility that I’m wrong. They don’t even have to be real failings. So long as I can imagine that you have an ulterior motive, you lose. This is an infallibility contest to the death. If I find even one imaginary fault in you, it proves you’re wrong about everything always and therefore I’m right about everything always by default.
All the morals some of the time, and no compromise: I’m the most moral because I’ve collected most no-compromise morals. Never mind that my morals conflict with each other and therefore have to be compromised. I have an alternative way of dealing with that: Confident unconstrained hypocrisy.