The world is attracted to Paris, the city of light, but if you stay to live the shadow beneath her reveals itself to you eventually…at least it has to me. Through my daily struggle in Paris, I began to realize what possessed me to title this blog as ‘the third red apple.’ An initial hint is in the pages available in English and French, but little did I know that it was just a beginning.
Tuesday, 30 October 2018
The true horror stories in modern Paris part 93
Back in the old ages, predators were savage and
physical.Victims were slain to death. There was no coming back from that.But in the modern age, predators tend to shy
away from physical abuses remembering the legal consequences.Thus, came the age of victim-business.
It is quite fool proof and yet potent. Generally, people are sucked in by the former
victims’ sad tales, no matter how shamelessly elaborated, and believe them without checking
the facts.Some smart or life-wise ones would
voice their suspicion, only to be struck back with the accusation of
discrimination of all kinds: racist, religious persecutors, misogynist, ageism…the
list goes on.If you have some money, the
victim-business will send their lawyer to milk you, over and over because it
does not matter how much money you have paid already, it is the heart that counts,
and you have not apologized sincere enough.So, pay up!One word from you
complaining their elaboration of the facts, the price will hike even
steeper.It is quite lucrative, this
victim-business of the modern age.Best
of all, no one can stop them, and they feel no remorse about having turned predators
of a more sinister kind.In their mind
they are always right that the world should revere them.The sense of obligation and respect for the
order goes out of the window.It is not
cheating if they do it.Hard work is for
the idiots, like Japanese workers, who are forever indebted to the victim business.
It is so tempting to go down this
road.God knows, I nearly did after being
exposed to ‘the sludge’ community for so long. But Mme. Landlord showed me what is in store
for the victim-business.She manipulated
me by mimicking Mr. Pride jeering at my health damaged by his restaurant from
Hell.It was such a vulgar sight that
spoke a world about her true color.And
yet I attributed the vileness to Mr. Pride because my self-righteousness
blocked me from seeing who she was.I
was against ageism, and she took much advantage of it.Wasn’t I fooled when she acted out the scene where
she was being bullied by Mr. Pride?Furthermore, she thoughtfully advised me not to have a direct contact
with Mr. Pride because he was a crafty man who would use my word and twist them
against me.In hindsight she robbed my
chance of finding out the facts.
I am so grateful that I ran into Mr. Pride
after I had left the influence of Mme. Landlord. His eyes were not as arrogant as I had been made to believe.In the end
he was a man who was duped by Mme.
Empathy, just like I was by Mme. Landlord.In his own way, he apologized to me for my horrendous near-death experience
caused by Mme. Empathy.It took me a
while to apologize to him myself for having opposed him without verifying the facts, but I needed time to be sure that Mr. Pride was not part
of ‘The Sludge’ or ‘the victim-business.And more time to find a definition of myself.I was not going to be a victim, the word I
detest now.I must not turn a predator
either. Then what am I to be? To be continued.