Complicity

There are some events in your life which blind sides you and you are knocked into a stupor by the sheer shock of it; too shocked to be infuriated by the circumstances. Then there are the events that you are either experience in or clairvoyant enough to see coming but for reasons unbeknownst, you sit and wait to be knocked on your ass by it.

I think some of us are either pre-disposed or just fascinated by havoc and we gravitate towards it - unwillingly - and remain in a seemingly opiated state while the train wrecks of our lives occur. Once you have some what recovered from this wreck and are lucid enough to comprehend your stupidity, in action or complaisance (take your pick) - you become infuriated; livid. But this vexation is almost always deservedly directed at you - for being ridiculous enough to recognise the impending disaster and taking no steps to mitigate against the obvious avalanche of mind numbing devastation to your body, mind and spirit or stop it all together.

Now you languish in a state of anger, disbelief and contempt, with no one more accountable than your own doatish self.

All it takes for stupidity to reign supreme is for intelligent people to do nothing.