• interolivary@beehaw.org
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    1 year ago

    Billionaires died of hubris, oh no. The kid I might feel bad about but the rest not so much. Drowning migrants are desperate poor people looking for a better future, I don’t see how those are in any way comparable except for happening at sea

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      1 year ago

      I see this popping up a lot.

      “Billionaire died”, “rich guy croaked” “wealthy person perished”

      It’s as if some people are so caught up in a class war they forget that we’re all flesh and bone. At 4km below the surface it doesn’t really matter how you got there or what’s in your wallet, you’re totally helpless.

      I’m not a very empathetic person in general, so I find it odd that i feel the need to explain this.

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        1 year ago

        At 4km below the surface it doesn’t really matter how you got there or what’s in your wallet, you’re totally helpless.

        Especially if you’re like Mr. CEO who was so full of himself that he thought basic security practices were for losers. Yes, I get it, people died, but you can’t tell me I have to feel bad about rich people dying doing what they loved: being money-grabbing self-centered idiots who will skimp on something like life saving measures to save a bit of money

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          There you go again, qualifying their personhood.

          I’m not saying anyone should feel bad for them, but like I’ve said, the merciless mocking that’s been going on this week is in poor taste.

          These people all have families, presumably have friends. Now their loved ones have to try to grieve in a sea of media attention and playground insults. It’s indecent.