What really pisses me off

Reading Friedrich Nietzsche, living for decades in The United States where victims are coddled, being around for decades now, and in general, I am sick and tired of hearing about the vicissitudes of life, how tough it is, and how this one and that one is a victim of this and that unfortunate circumstance (in America that usually refers to skin color). There are victims of all kinds of -causts and genocides, of slavery, and most wallow in victimhood of discrimination. Yes, life can be shitty and brutal and it is short. I am sick and tired listening to the whiners, wailers and moaners. Life sucks! Woe me! Yes, “Hell is – the other people” “L'enfer est – d'autres personnes!” A Jean-Paul Sartre bon-mot. If life is so terrible why don’t you go ahead and kill yourself? Just stop whining, you cause auricular and mental suffering. Stop being a pain in the ass. If you, riding your horse, get stuck in the mud, do like Baron von Münchhausen, pull yourself out of the muck by the shock of your own hair! In other words, do everything to enjoy life! Just drawing one single breath is worth way more than not having lived at all. But, please, please, stop complaining. I have no pity for you whiners, only disgust and contempt. And next time when you clamor, “Oh, woe! Why me? Why me?” - ask yourself instead “Why not me?” O.k., where is the light switch?