Observation – His Arrogance Our Hypocrisy

He sat arrogantly in the chair as if on a high throne from which he could bark down orders to the scurrying undeserving minions. His ‘thank-you’s’ dripped with expectant gratitude from the minion back to him – it was an exercise of self-congratulatory performance designed to elevate himself even further. His politeness was a weapon with which he civilised these base barbarians. He was the pretence we all fool ourselves with, unveiled and run rampant. He only disgusts us because he is our own dangling raw nerve, that bastard son whom we would never publicly own. Our disgust is itself the arrogance which we so abhor in him, our hypocrisy stains all that our eyes touch like the candle to the inflated balloon, popping and melting and stinking our self-destruction – indeed self-deception is always the first step in deceiving others.