How the hating and happy harass the sad and soulful

I just got robbed in one of new york's medical mansions

By

David Gottfried

I am writing from a proud and prestigious new york hospital. I was robbed in that hospital about 12 hours ago. I am a patient, and not a very proud and prestigious patient, and when the proud and prestigious meet the plebian and poor,they so very much love to make their contempt known.

I am writing on my phone, and I know very little about writing on phones, and having been wedded to an era when I wrote in notebooks that had looked as beautiful as tootsie roll candies. I don't like phones or Zuckerberg or musk or any of the dehumanizing detritus created by the titans of technocratic tyranny. Therefore this will be a typo-infested and error-ridden document. Please bear with me

When I came to the hospital, I had to get undressed. I wanted to put my wallet and keys in a locked compartment. Any simple locker would do. But the advanced and arrogant geniuses of new york medicine were too fine and fancy for anything as downtrodden and derelict as ancient lockers. Lockers were probably present in YMCAs in Boise, Idaho in 1915. Therefore the preening and pussified pricks of new york hospitals have devised a more personalized procedure to protect valuables from theft: they will personally protect them out of the greed of their ever hating hearts.

Of course, most people in hospitals don't rely on lockers or hospital employees to store their valuables. Most people rely on things called relatives or friends to safeguard their valuables. So the thieves make their money from the friendless. Very simply, the more one suffers, the more people want to make one suffer.

Just look at children and teens, the most savage fuckfaces on God's grotesque earth. When a girl has small tits, acne or is fat, hordes of cunts in training will tear her ego to shreds more than any male chauvinst ever would.

When a boy is not well on his way toward becoming a bellicose bruiser, an appellation, as adamantine and as filled with ancient hatreds as Titus sacking Jerusalem, makes its violence known. The word"faggot” is shouted and screamed with vehemence and ardor, and the boy is pummeled and pounded and bleeding, and if we ever give blacks reparations for slavery, we should give gay guys checks for one million dollars upon graduation from high school.

When Ukraine is menaced by Russia, meaner, bigger and bad-assed Russia, Trump snd his filthy ilk savor the joy of Romans enjoying the death of Christians in the colliseum.

When i watched “Schindler's list” in a movie theater , I saw dozens of schmucks eating hot dogs and ice cream and popcorn, and “oohing” and “aahing” at the carnage because seeing others suffer Made them feel lucky. It's like I always said (I don't know why so many words are underlined as i write this; as I said, I hate the warped ill-communicativity of information technologies): if there is one loaf of bread and two people. one guy will be dead and the other shithead will be laughing his head off.

When mussolini bombed Ethiopia, my grandmother refused to eat. She never went to college; her formative years were spent in a shtetle (Yiddish for small town ), in Poland and the tenements of the lower east side. Meanwhile, Clare luce booth suggested that swastikas had class (“The Women,”) and British aristocrats pined for invitations to German embassy balls in the late 30's

Schadenfreude (getting pleasure from the suffering of others) makes the world go round.