I don’t often feel schadenfreude, but I wonder what the German portmanteau word is for comfort in the misfortunes of others, which I am guessing is the motivation for people to watch all those “reality” shows. I suppose they play the role of the sad clowns in our modern society’s circuses, in the bread-and-circuses sense.
As I don’t watch current TV mostly, I make do with the delightfully sardonic, brutally self-analytic writings of this literate, witty fellow. Tremendously entertaining as fiction; soul-scarringly depressing if you allow yourself to reflect that they’re not.
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ETA: And it’s not really “comfort” at his misfortune, it’s the sobering reminder to do whatever it is we atheists do that’s the equivalent of “counting your blessings.” Because here’s what his generation in Europe is experiencing.
It’s not about him, it’s that we may all *be*him rather sooner than we’d otherwise imagine.
I’ve been hitting his archives and the awesome is coming like a firehose through a straw. Holy shit but the man can write.