May 19, 2025
Honesty about Joe’s diagnosis
By M. Walter
I can’t feel sorry for Joe Biden in the way my childhood faith taught me. Having been raised Catholic, though I am now lapsed, I know I should, but pity is an affirmative act. Pity requires some corresponding action, like prayer. Faith seems to require that one must actively feel pity, do something about it, and I just… can’t. It would feel false. Because whether or not one thinks, intellectually, that the recipient of your prayer is deserving, surely impacts the act of prayer, and that’s where I seem to find myself: at a crossroads. The pity crossroads. The intersection of cool intellect and sincere, heartfelt emotion.
The best I can manage is to hope he doesn’t suffer. That comes from a very real place within my heart and my head. It’s a hard and fast rule to me for reasons which are both intellectually sound and heartfelt that one should never wish ill on another; it’s the whole pointing the finger rule, dontcha know. When you point a finger, three are curled back in your direction and sensible people wish to avoid that kind of karma, right? That’s the rational part. That’s reasonable. “I don’t want to suffer the same or a worse fate, so I shan’t wish it on anyone else.” Duh.
Normal people don’t enjoy the suffering of others. It’s abnormal; not in harmony with the human condition nor with the noble soul of man. Hoping Joe Biden doesn’t suffer also doesn’t require anything on my part. Hoping someone — anyone — doesn’t suffer is such a natural part of my own, personal human existence that it just flows out of me, with no affirmative act, well, affirming it, necessary. I needn’t pray nor make any public or private declaration (though I suppose I am doing it here).
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