

This is the world now. It’s the 2nd grade.
"Losing sucks. I can’t possibly lose. I can’t conceive of a world in which I’ve lost. I can’t work in a world where I’ve lost.
"I will contrive the world to my own advantage. I will kill, lie, destroy, steal, pillage, and salt the earth. I will make my loss as unbearable to everyone around me as I can until I’m handed a win.
“And then, when I’ve got what I want, I’ll make everyone regret having conceived of going against me. Others’ suffering secures my power.”
This isn’t a society. It’s an abusive relationship with all the hallmarks of a hostage situation.


The '80s. Before IEPs.