A Writer With No Knowledge Of History

The Painful Price of Becoming Jackie Chan

In other words, what to my mind reads like a brutal account of exploitation and abuse is meant to be inspirational, a testament not only to Chan’s personal fortitude, but also to a certain ethic.

Boldfaced emphasis added by me; italics on “inspirational” in the original.

God spare my brain!

Then this:

The reader is left not with a reminder of Jackie Chan’s genius, but with the rather sad story of his very successful life. It is an old colonial tale, the hapless provincial who becomes worldly, though in Chan’s case he doesn’t evolve beyond being a clownish parvenu. He writes about it with his usual high spirits: “How did it feel to go from being flat broke to being a millionaire, practically overnight? To go from being an uneducated loser to being a famous star? It was fantastic!”

Boldfaced emphasis added by me.

And this:

“When I was young, people looked down on me,” he writes. “As a young adult, I lived in poverty. When I finally found success, I was driven to give the world one good film after another, to show everyone what I was worth.” He is rich beyond his wildest dreams, but is unable to shed the poor young man he once was, a person desperate for work and afraid of the abyss that could open up at his feet at any moment. His poverty is a wound that never quite heals.

If Chan once represented what a Hong Konger could do with a little pluck and a little luck, his relentlessly buoyant memoir offers a different message: Life is hard, so one must be harder.

Boldfaced emphasis added by me.

Ryu Spaeth is a goddammed naif. Apparently a self-absorbed naif who has to see everything through a political lens.

“Oh, the poor suffering Jackie Chan” leitmotif of his article is sickening. He’d rather focus on the crucible than on the steel it created. Ryu Spaeth must have had a very soft life — because this idiotic article certainly reads like it!

For him — and you, the person reading this post — get some history in your damned whistling brain. Go get Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden [Google Books; Google Drive for international readers]. It’s over eight hundred pages of what others went through to become prominent in the world. Every single one is what snowflake Ryu Spaeth would have teary eyes reading and declare a “sad story.” Because he’d rather focus on suffering than achievement. He can’t imagine someone coming out the other side and living. In his mind — and the whistling minds of others like him — any “suffering” should result in a basket case who needs help.

Stop wasting time — and your life! — on your phone playing stupid fucking games and instead read the biography of Orison Swett Marden, available only on the web. Here is a man who lived what he wrote about others going through.

Jesus Christ, do the youngs of this age even realize the shit other people went through so they in the 21st century could be pampered and comfortable and ignorant abominable snowflakes?

Previously here:

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