As the brain rot deepens he admits more and more.
He’s been doing this all along, of course – he thinks he’s funny and kind of adorable, a standup comic of thieving bullies. He’ll go on thinking it until his brain is 100 percent soup, but he’ll also admit more and more rebarbative malice and envy. Hur hur hur, so funny, he can’t stand to see a friend happy.
Hmm. Was Epstein a friend who got ‘very successful’ or ‘just OK but terrible’?
No, it’s the love love love garbage that he spews that’s even more sickening. But the hate stuff is at least believable. More real, more confessional. I don’t know why people think it’s funny. I wonder if any of those whom he considers a friend realize how much he hates them.
The point he’s making here is however antisocial and juvenile anyone is, he’s worse. And proud of it. What a riot!
Of course he doesn’t like successful people; he loves to call people losers. And he doesn’t like anyone paying attention to anyone but him.
For a multi-billionaire head of state of the Most Powerful Nation on the Planet (TM), he sure is insecure. (So was Stalin, of course, and Idi Amin, and any number of others. But you can legitimately characterise Soviet politics as being genuinely dangerous in a way that the Beltway simply isn’t.)
Meanwhile, I’m put in mind of Somerset Maugham’s line that
[F]or most of us it is not enough to have achieved personal success. One’s best friend must also have failed.
The difference being, of course, that Maugham’s self-aware and understands how waspishness works.
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