I wrote about how amusing Julia Hurley thinks it is to let someone terrify her dog. Southern Beale wrote about it, too. Honestly, there are days when I am just caught short.
See, here’s the thing. I don’t think everyone has to be a good person. For all I care, you can be a kind of fucked up, terrible person and, as long as you’re not actively seeking out people to hurt, well, then, live and let live. So, you know, Julia Hurley could just say “Well, I’m kind of a terrible person, but I pass the bills my constituents want me to pass, so fuck y’all” and I would not like her, but she would not trouble me.
What troubles me is that she seems to honestly believe that she’s a good person. That a good person can take pleasure in the terror she lets some other person inflict on her dog. That a good person defaces public property and then gets all sullen and pouty when called on it. That a good person takes her dog where ever she damn well pleases, rules are for suckers. That a good person speeds and then, when caught, abuses the officer who catches her.
I’m not saying that these aren’t very human things to do. But it seems to me that they’re obviously things someone who’s not actually trying to be a good person does. And fine, like I said, there’s no requirement that you have to be a good person.
But the disconnect… the idea that you could do these things. That you can blithely abuse others and laugh when others abuse the things dependent on you for protection and still think that you are a good person?
That flabbergasts and frightens me.