You don’t have to be mentally ill to be these things. Considering the type of people that rule our world

(epstein ) it seems that the most well adjusted people in our society are not only more than capable of being this, it seems like a requirement.

So I am no longer comfortable using the word psychopath (or any other “dark triad” nonsense) to describe these types of people. These people aren’t struggling to function with a mental illness, they’re of the exact mindset that thrives in our backwards society.

However I’m struggling to think of a suitable replacement word that carries with it the same “This is serial killer coded shit” vibe that calling someone a psychopath carries (and associating such a thing with psychopaths is ableist so I don’t want to use the word in that way anymore)

Calling them ghouls, fascists or nazis doesn’t carry the same weight. What kind of word bests describes the casual, dangerous heartlessness of people without throwing the mentally ill under the bus?

  • Mindfury [he/him]@hexbear.net
    link
    fedilink
    English
    arrow-up
    33
    ·
    2 months ago

    demon

    say it with as much disgust and venom as you can muster

    prob bonus points as the target is likely a christian supremacist

    • Mindfury [he/him]@hexbear.net
      link
      fedilink
      English
      arrow-up
      12
      ·
      2 months ago

      ie: “You relish in grinding up the poor for your own gain. You don’t even pretend it’s bad, you enjoy it, you think it’s normal. You’re a demon, there’s no two-ways about it, and one day you’ll get what you deserve”

      • Mindfury [he/him]@hexbear.net
        link
        fedilink
        English
        arrow-up
        15
        ·
        2 months ago

        borderline sephiroth posting here but fuck it, the bounds of liberal civility really do let these freaks off scot free for demonic shit and they aren’t scared enough

        • restless [she/her]@hexbear.net
          link
          fedilink
          English
          arrow-up
          8
          ·
          edit-2
          2 months ago

          Edit: formatting

          I felt inspired to write a poem about this just now. Might be a bit rough around the edges.

          The Demonic Impulse

          With so-called holy furor
          They abolish your freedoms
          And relish in human suffering
          Your agonies are their lullabies

          The impulse exists within most of us
          The desire to see enemies laid low
          Put in their place
          For daring to resist ‘the obvious truth’

          It matters not which god you do it for
          It matters not which master you serve
          Or if you do it for no one at all

          It is the path of demons
          The path of cruelty
          The path of treachery

          When it becomes your agenda
          To mete out the absolute
          To define truth as your words alone
          And disagreement as treason

          When it becomes your right
          To punish the punished
          To torture the tortured
          To ridicule that which you do not understand

          To slide down the scale
          And let contempt consume you
          That they deserve your hatred
          For not being you

          It’s to plunge your humanity into the tarpit
          To wrest it by the neck and hold its face beneath the threshold
          To revel in the bubbles which rise to the surface
          And to spit on its weakness when the last one pops

          You pull it back up, lungs full of rot
          Flesh seared and melded with the impulse
          This is what you breathe now
          This is what you feel now
          This is what you are now

          Unfit for power
          Unfit for polite society
          You murdered the human within
          And joined the ranks of the Demons

          And so now we ask each other
          Huddled amidst ourselves
          What is to be done about the devils
          Who seek a thousand thrones sewn from our faces

          What is to be done
          When you try to act
          Like what you’ve done
          Is normal

          What is to be done
          When you continue trying to pretend you’re human
          When the stench of your dead, rotted soul
          Wafts in with every word you belch

          The vile contempt you hold
          For all that is living and good
          The very concept of goodness in your mind
          Has been unrecognizably disfigured

          Fuck you.

          We’ve given you a billion chances
          To keep your disgusting mouth closed
          Before we came to the foregone conclusion
          That you’ll get what’s coming to you

          One way or another

      • queermunist she/her@lemmy.ml
        link
        fedilink
        English
        arrow-up
        8
        ·
        edit-2
        2 months ago

        I’m tossing around an idea where the Great Satan is the Dragon spoken about in Revelations. Trump is the beast of the West (had a head injury, mouth flows with blasphemies, has power granted to him by the Dragon), and AI is the beast of the Earth (it’s literally made of minerals from the earth, it will make the world and all the people in it worship the first beast). The war being “waged against the saints” is actually the war waged against the Axis of Resistance, the fire he makes come down from heaven is air strikes, the miracles he deceives with are AI slop, the “Mark” is face ID if they don’t just lean into it and chip us.

        Turning the Evangelical obsession with Armageddon on its head. Rub it in their fucking faces. 10He that leads into captivity shall go into captivity: he that kills with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.

        • Sabbo [it/its]@hexbear.net
          link
          fedilink
          English
          arrow-up
          4
          ·
          2 months ago

          Whenever I heard that all of god’s chosen would ascend unto heaven I assumed that meant they were all killed.