Stoic Guardian, simply dismissing you without justification will not do, I must explain myself, also for the sake of this thread and those who value it. I realize very well that your mind forces you to posit that someone who expresses something beyond what you can muster, as passion or as reason, is at fault, and that this forces you to invent the necessary context to sustain this idea. So you express your discontent and defile my thread. But I must make it clear, also to others, that this morality of the resentful is one of the main causes for the division of power in the word as it stands now.
Power belongs to those who do not condemn ambition. It is extracted from the masses by implanting in them the “Christian” idea that power and aspiration toward it is evil. I do not very often encounter so directly as in Stoic Guardian an expression of this morality, this explicit rejection of value-creating. It is one of the most un-hygienic type of encounters. It reminds me of what Nietzsche says about the underprivileged:
[size=90]“Take a look into the background of every family, every corporation, every community - everywhere you see the struggle of the sick against the healthy, a quiet struggle, for the most part, with a little poison powder, with needling, with deceitful expressions of long suffering, but now and then also with that sick man’s Pharisaic tactic of loud gestures, whose favourite role is “noble indignation.” It likes to make itself heard all the way into the consecrated rooms of science, that hoarse, booming indignation of the pathologically ill hound, the biting insincerity and rage of such “noble” Pharisees (once again I remind readers who have ears of Eugene Duhring, that apostle of revenge from Berlin, who in today’s Germany makes the most indecent and most revolting use of moralistic gibberish - Duhring, the pre-eminent moral braggart we have nowadays, even among those like him, the anti-Semites). They are all men of resentment, these physiologically impaired and worm-eaten men, a totally quivering earthly kingdom of subterranean revenge, inexhaustible, insatiable in its outbursts against the fortunate, and equally in its masquerades of revenge, its pretexts for revenge. When would they attain their ultimate, most refined, most sublime triumph of revenge? Undoubtedly, if they could succeed in pushing their own wretchedness, all misery in general, into the consciences of the fortunate, so that the latter one day might begin to be ashamed of their good fortune and perhaps would say to themselves, “It’s a shameful to be fortunate. There’s too much misery!” . . .” [Nietzsche, Genealogy of Morals][/size]